Hii ROLLER

Cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes All my damn clothes smell like cigarette smoke I admit it, I was broken way before we met But I've been picking up the pieces ever since you left All the memories of your face are now a silhouette I'm moving up and on to the next Tell a waiter "Check please" Blowing up my texts saying you're my best yet? You must be hurting your head trying to forget me Wake up every morning Brush my teeth then text my hoes Say my prayers Count my money Stack it up then make some more I keep going Cause what's already broken can't be broke I can't be stressing about me and you Like I got something to prove Can't give a fuck about no boo I'm finna buy my mom a coupe I still got the blues babe Spent my late nights in the summer bumping R&B And blowing through trees yeah Still ain't got no boo thang Just this one bitch from the slums Who only hits me up For sex and good weed yeah But I'll be all good You can't trap me if you tried Bitch I stay up on my grind Cause I got money Money on my mind I pull up then hit, then slide You can't cuff me if you tried Cause I got money Money on my mind Fuck with me, pay the fee Win or loss, play for keeps Been a boss Baby-faced, trapping through my baby-teeth Fuck the law For the cash, foreign broads and Audemars I'd let it splash, to say the least (Woah) I ain't even thugging, dawg I pray for peace But I'm from the streets And I'll wave a piece to protect my peace (Woah) Lately, my bed frame rocking My cellphone popping But I'm still caught up in my blues Spent my late nights in the summer bumping R&B And blowing through trees yeah Still ain't got no boo thang Just this hun from the slums Who only hits me up For sex and good weed yeah But I'll be all good You can't trap me if you tried Bitch I stay up on my grind Cause I got money Money on my mind I pull up then hit, then slide You can't cuff me if you tried Cause I got money Money on my mind