You got some nerve for sayin' that I'm for the streets when you know that them deals ain't cheap

I sit back and observe how she go outside every week and stop answering her phone after 12

Baby, love is a purge, them hollow tips fly at your cheek, please don't give me a reason to urge

We get that pay like the 1st and the 3rd, my family was broke but I'm breaking the curse

You the reason I don't take no chances, love shit dead, I don't fuck with romantics

Only give a fuck when it come to advances, girl you show my love, shoulda know you take advantage

You the reason I ain't take them chances, hold a **** down but it feel like baggage

Lotta fake crying, girl I'm done with your antics, all that love shit dead, I don't fuck with romantics

Kinda know six figures, I ain’t chasing no bitches, I ain’t going out sad

I ain’t stop smoking no more, cough syrup for my thoughts so they can hear what I’m saying

I was talking to a bih who done Prada pretty with daylight know I’m saying

Chrome heart hoodie on my back, not it’s hard to get attached reason I don’t have friends

Hit every thot with a rubber

Can’t have no baby these bitches be crazy she tweaking so went got another

Face on them bills like I’m Usher

I’m balling like NBA promise bitch can’t lay down and cuddle

I’m having talks with my brother he told me it’s ok to fuck em just don’t go and trust them

Run up a check and keep thumbing from Monday to Sunday it’s nothing

You got some nerve for sayin' that I'm for the streets when you know that them deals ain't cheap

I sit back and observe how she go outside every week and stop answerin' her phone after 12

Baby, love is a purge, them hollow tips fly at your cheek, please don't give me a reason to urge

We get that pay like the 1st and the 3rd, my family was broke but I'm breaking the curse

You the reason I don't take no chances, love shit dead, I don't fuck with romantics

Only give a fuck when it come to advances, girl you show my love, shoulda know you take advantage

You the reason I ain't take them chances, hold a **** down but it feel like baggage

Lotta fake crying, girl I'm done with your antics, all that love shit dead, I don't fuck with romantics

I don't trust these bitches, they be acting suspicious, shawty claim that she miss me (Claim that she miss me)

When she ain't with me she be suckin' on another **** dick, then try to come kiss me (Uhh)

She want me to pull up to the crib, never dolo, bitch, it's just me and my blicky (Uh-ha)

I done seen too many signs, I done tried to be faithful, but it just don't fit me (No way)

What's a good girl if she can't be consistent?

What's a down bitch if she can't come and look me?

No knife in my back, they just do me like Ricky

Solid like sugar so love can be tricky

Might tell a lie, but she told me many, might look like a dime, but she ain't worth a penny

No, I'm not perfect, but these hoes be different

When it's time to show loyalty, these hoes gon' miss me

You got some nerve for sayin' that I'm for the streets when you know that them deals ain't cheap

I sit back and observe how she go outside every week and stop answerin' her phone after 12

Baby, love is a purge, them hollow tips fly at your cheek, please don't give me a reason to urge

We get that pay like the 1st and the 3rd, my family was broke but I'm breaking the curse

You the reason I don't take no chances, love shit dead, I don't fuck with romantics

Only give a fuck when it come to advances, girl you show my love, shoulda know you take advantage

You the reason I ain't take them chances, hold a **** down but it feel like baggage

Lotta fake crime, girl I'm done with your antics, all that love shit dead, I don't fuck with romantics