[Intro]
(Mmm, Treezy made it)
(Foe Thousand)
[Verse]
Shorty mad I be coming in the crib at all times of the night
She say I do her wrong and that ain't right
It ain’t even 'bout the money or the ice, she rather have the time
She wanna take trips out of town, I wanna stay and grind
Chanel, Louis, Gucci, it don't matter
No matter what I spend, she ain’t happy, shit
She said it'd be a lil' different if I wasn't rapping
I told her ass, "You knew what it was when you met me"
You knew I was a hustler by nature
You gon' always come second when it come to gеttin' paper
You complain about the time wе don't spend, but I ain't hear your mouth
When I pulled up in the newest Benz to your granny house
Upgrade your whole lifestyle, you in a bigger house
With a bigger bag
You got bitches mad, I got niggas mad
This shit don’t last forever, so we spend it fast
Walked straight up in the crib, first thing shorty asked where I been?
Ain’t been answering my phone, she say I act just like a kid
It's true, I need to work on my communication skills
But you irritatin’ as hell, that shit get under my skin
I'm knowin' I ain't perfect, not even a lil’ bit
I'm working on gettin' myself together, real shit
I'm a savage, baby, I'm a bad boy like Will Smith
I been trappin' lately, I ain't made time for my bitch
It's really hard for me to give a fuck 'cause I'm rich
You ever had your heart broken? That shit worse than getting killed
Ever had your heart stolen by a nigga who ain't shit?
With some real nigga dick, hmm
(Mmm, Treezy made it)
(Foe Thousand)
[Verse]
Shorty mad I be coming in the crib at all times of the night
She say I do her wrong and that ain't right
It ain’t even 'bout the money or the ice, she rather have the time
She wanna take trips out of town, I wanna stay and grind
Chanel, Louis, Gucci, it don't matter
No matter what I spend, she ain’t happy, shit
She said it'd be a lil' different if I wasn't rapping
I told her ass, "You knew what it was when you met me"
You knew I was a hustler by nature
You gon' always come second when it come to gеttin' paper
You complain about the time wе don't spend, but I ain't hear your mouth
When I pulled up in the newest Benz to your granny house
Upgrade your whole lifestyle, you in a bigger house
With a bigger bag
You got bitches mad, I got niggas mad
This shit don’t last forever, so we spend it fast
Walked straight up in the crib, first thing shorty asked where I been?
Ain’t been answering my phone, she say I act just like a kid
It's true, I need to work on my communication skills
But you irritatin’ as hell, that shit get under my skin
I'm knowin' I ain't perfect, not even a lil’ bit
I'm working on gettin' myself together, real shit
I'm a savage, baby, I'm a bad boy like Will Smith
I been trappin' lately, I ain't made time for my bitch
It's really hard for me to give a fuck 'cause I'm rich
You ever had your heart broken? That shit worse than getting killed
Ever had your heart stolen by a nigga who ain't shit?
With some real nigga dick, hmm
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