Ain't Going Back

They know what the fuck goin' on

Look at how we walked up in this bitch (this bitch)

I just signed a deal wit' my lil' ****

Still rich off the glitz (they tricks)

They know this industry shit fake

But I can't change and I won't switch (at all)

I'm the bitch that make these **** envy (what?)

I be alone, can't trust these men

Made an M at 20, no, won't stop

Can't buy this Fendi

All designer in my closet

You would think the store was empty

All these chains, (woo!) private planes

Could get used to finer things

Ain't no way I'm goin' back

I used to steal my mother jar of change

Now I pay all of her bills

And put her in that brand new Range (squat!)

Bitches can't compare

Them titties fake, mine real

We ain't the same

I remember askin' for rides

They said they'd come but never came

Gida from the Feeda, take a L

Why charge it to the game?

Everything I got, I work for

I ain't get no handout (at all)

I don't take drugs

I popped a perc, almost passed out (damn)

Ex **** still lurking, he know that he missed out (ha!)

Claim he rich but pockets hurtin'

Broke boy can't come around (bitch)

Made an M at 20, no, won't stop

Can't buy this Fendi (can’t buy this)

All designer in my closet

You would think the store was empty

All these chains, private planes

Could get used to finer things

Ain't no way I'm goin' back

I used to steal my mother jar—

Sparkly diamonds, AP, perfect timin'

Get my pen, I’m signin'

Multimillion dollar deals

I'm goin' crazy in my prime

Got them bitches with the sour face

Fuck, they just ate a lime? (they did)

Difference between me and them

The shit I'm postin' really mine (duh)

Don't bring up what I did

Bring up what I'm doin' now (right now)

Don't tell nobody that you had me, **** (huh?)

How the fuck that sound? (dumb)

Bet you had me, but you lost me

That ain't nothin' to brag about (at all)

Talkin' shit when he wit' you?

He come with pussy in his mouth (ahh)

Made an M at 20, no, won't stop

Can't buy this Fendi

All designer in my closet

You would think the store was empty

All these chains (woo!), private planes

Could get used to finer things

Ain't no way I'm goin' back

I used to steal my mother jar of change

Da Menace