And I need some new love New love, new love And I've been through mountains and seas Tryna get you to come back to me And I've been far, and I've been so deep Now I find it harder and harder to breathe I don't wanna waste no time all alone Want somewhere

Don't talk to me, get your bread up We eatin', all my niggas fed up Bitch broke, shut up And we used to fuck but I got fed up Bitch you broke, shut up Yeah we used to fuck but I got fed up You a ho rat, that pussy throwback I’m tryna fuck, you ain’t

If I let her go (woah) Will I regret it? Will I forget it? Well, it's something I don't know (woah) It's something I don't (something I don't, uh) It's something I don’t know Are you tryna get back at me?

I'm goin' insane, nobody knows All by myself, let the rain hit me Mask up my pain, hold back my tears Yeah, I take another shot Tryna just forget all the negative Devil laughin', meanwhile God explaining the benefits Listen, financial freedom Come and go

Gotta get my head together, my head together I been tryna keep my head together I've been hangin' by a thread With my feet over the edge Got my back against the wall Will this nightmare ever end? Will I break before I bend? If I slip and lose it all,

No love, no love, no love Had a heart, man I'm tryna get it back though Get ready, we going to the Chateau White linen, white rose Suite 23 at the Chateau Tryna get it back, tryna get it back, tryna get it back No excuse, you be actin' like a bitch now I

I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' Came back, guess it wasn't workin' I think I'm addicted to the Perkys Run that back Turbo Runnin' 'round on E, pants up to my knees I can't get no sleep, if I ain't got no lean

There I go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back on my feet right now Choppin' up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you faith but you niggas don't

Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can? Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand? Are we last-call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years? Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in

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