Dimes Grieves & Mouse Powell

[Verse 1: Grieves]
Yo
My first apartment used had an inflatable couch
I used to see you at the bars when I was out
I used to wanna get with ya
You said I wasn't your style
So why the everloving fuck do you keep calling me now?
Said I was busted and musty
Shirt was covered in mustard
I was eating a glizzy
They grilled 'em up at the function
Girl, I refuse to be something
I hate you constantly frontin'
Why-Why's it always some bullshit with you
It's constantly something
I'm thinking all of this money is never gonna make you happy girl
Save that pouty face emoji for your daddy girl
I'm on a boat with my homies drinking pappy girl
Driving 'round with two adopted cavvies with the Caddy girl
Shit, I rather cut the line to keep the profit
Hope you find what you're looking for, 'cause I'm not it
Messing with you lightening my pockets
So go on with yo' ass and get them rocks kicked

[Chorus: Grieves]
You're always on the phone
But you don't ever call me
I must be out of touch
Whenever I'm around
But you don't ever want me
'Till you hear the money go
Bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling
Girl, you ain't ever gonna get a dime
Bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling
You ain't even all that, fine
Bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling
I'mma spend it all getting, high
Bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling
You ain't ever gonna get a dime