Your Cut

Take what you make

Or make what you take

You wanted your cut

I didn't have much

Gave you all I could to keep us on our feet

Take what you make or make what you take

You wanted your cut

And you wouldn't budge

Hounding down on me

And pushing down on me

I gave you everything

I shouldn't have

You took everything that you could have

The wallet's thin

So do the math

And stop placing the blame on me

Still I'll get up on the stage

For somebody's minimum wage

Yeah that shit is played, girl