Better Off Alone Prod. Nausea

Fuck all that shit all I want is the dough
That girl a fraud kick her out to the door
I can't trust her cause I know she a hoe
Might hit it once and then pass to my bro
No you can't stop me I'm all in my zone
Fucked on his bitch she giving me dome
After she's done I won't make her my own
I swear I'm better off alone

You know my niggas stay on the case
Leave them boys missing without a trace
And my lil' bitch she walking with all the cake
I keep big drum on my waist
Rolling that wood to the face
Look at the moon and relate

I got pneumonia from my diamonds
All of my diamonds they shining
That shit too bright that its blinding
Flood AP check on the timing
Got Demonias' from my goth bitch
Hit it and she get to whining
I understood the assignment
I made it big now I sit back reclining

Why won't you talk to me, yeah
Talk to me, yeah
Girl, why don't you talk to me, yeah
Talk to me, yeah