I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (yeah) Bust it down, the Rollie, now she's tryna fuck (yeah) And now she fiendin' all up on me just like I’m a drug (yeah) I remember back when y'all wouldn't show me love (yeah) Jaguar truck on the

They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it Fuck I look like takin' chances Fuck this money, go and blow it I'm tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin' up the money for lil

I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out

If I could quit my job and fuck you all day, shit I would Yeah, I would Head so good, pussy so good You lil' baby, I'm the dad, tryna fuck so bad, 'cause that Yeah, yeah, Metro on the beat, Metro on the beat Ayy, Lil' Metro on that beat I'mma splash,

Oh, like we in a hurry No, no I won't tell nobody You're on your level too Tryna do what lovers do It's not good enough for me, since I been with you I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up I should know how to pick up I'm gonna catch the rhythm

I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or if I'm insecure Baby, you're not her My last girl had me so fucked up it was a blacked out blur Baby, you jump first It's a long way to hell, I ain't really tryna leave this Earth Baby, do your worst I've

Mama's tryna save me But she don't know I'm tryna save her Man, them niggas tried to play me Man, 'til I got this paper You're nobody 'til somebody kills you You wanted to fuckin' walk around these roaches These niggas is roaches These niggas is mere

All eyes on me I need your attention Put your body on me You the one I'm missin' I don't want your love We ain't gotta fake it We both tryna fuck All eyes on ya Ask you how your week been

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist

Obviously you ain't shaking him I see that nigga, I'm slaying him Fuck this shit, I'm tired of this Ain't tryna be your alternate Fuck it, you can stay with him Why the hell you wanna stay with him? You don't know what you could be You ain't don't even