Tekst Utworu

I be spending like I'm rich I be frontin' like I'm broke sometimes (I ain't got it, I ain't got it) Catch me stuntin' on a bitch Ooh baby, don't blow my high 'Cause I been going through withdrawals Gotta check my deposit I been gettin' outta pocket I've been eatin' all this brunch (Aww, c'mon dawg what kind of weak shit is that?) (You drinkin' mimosas with your pinky up) I'll be in the red by the end of the month Comin' out the blue with my stories Boo-hoo's and I'm sorry's I promise I'll pay you right back when I get it though I would never play you like that What you trippin' for? Ahh Ahh Ahh You know I tried to sell trees 'cause I wasn't such a trapeze artist at all Super stingy with the bag Apologies if you bought it I needed them sneakers bad Bet all of my teacher's mad I grew up to be a rapper (Why they mad though?) Used to think I knew it all Wouldn't even read a chapter The fame or the power What you after? Everybody want the plug I'd rather be the adapter Now that I got a few chips Blow the check on a new fit Every dinner at Ruth's Chris Diamonds in every tooth It's funny, get you some money They all wanna give their two cents 'Til it's in the way of you making a contribution How many niggas been duped and made a dufus? (A lot) How many niggas in coupes that wont recoup shit? (Ay watch out too) (These A&R's taking bitches to Katana on y'all budgets) (Talkin' bout it's a business meeting) (You ain't slick mothafucka) Okay you got a little change, boy you came up But your own neighborhood you afraid of Couldn't buy the caché with what you saved up You still a slave, even if you got your chain tucked But I won't let a broke boy prevent my shine Made a clout bank account, just to flex online Heard niggas asking for change but I spent all mine Don't know how I'll pay the rent on time, 'cause I be spending like I'm rich I be frontin' like I'm broke sometimes (I ain't got it, I ain't got it) Catch me stuntin' on a bitch Ooh baby, don't blow my high 'Cause I've been going through withdrawals Looks they can be so deceiving, ugh False prophets we don't believe in, no! Cross my heart and hope to die
Writer(s): Topaz Jones, Jack Lofchie Hallenbeck, Jeffandy St. Hubert, Alissia Benveniste Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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