Played Out Bizzy Crook & Foreign Teck (Ft. 42 Dugg)

[Intro]
Good Luck Forever Records, y'all already know what it is
Y'all already know what it is, man, it's just
Biggest record label in South Florida ([?])
Ayy, look

[Verse 1]
My accountant just sent me a text
That looked like it came from my ex
How many racks did I blow at Bottega for a bitch I just met?
Shit, I don't know
I don't keep track
I just make her feel loved
Then I hop on a jet
Yeah, crazy how they thought shit done died down
Bitches that said they would be never sides
Now they wear that shit with pride now
When I'm drunk
Please take my phone out my hands
'Cause bitches get zelles and post from my room
And niggas get jammed
That ain't a Cuban, that shit is a baby
That's two hundred grams
I bought a Rollie, same day bought Mercadies
That's two hundred grand
Promised my wifey I'd cut off my hoes, but I love 'em to death
I used to wanna be in with the rappers, now I'm with execs