Lyrics

Do it to 'em 'cause I can (damn), outfit a couple grand (trim) Post a picture on the 'Gram (him) She want me to be her man (yeah) She can't top me in a Lamb' with her She tryna play, I ain't playin' with her Whenever I pay, I'm payin' enough Don't owe me nothin', just pay me in love Nah, this shit lit, flew a jet to a club 42 Ms, I done ran up a dub (phew) I still know how to a survive with a dub (dub) Japanese denim, my jeans cunnin' If I'm fuckin' with you, it mean somethin' (somethin') Everyday lit, it's a re-run (run), bitch I ain't green My lean or nothin' (nothin') You really trippin', you blowin' me (yeah) Walk in the spot and start throwin' it, throwin' it We gon' be up 'til it's morning (morning) I'ma put on a performance, you won't fuck it Got a FN for you fuck niggas I was big then, now I'm much bigger (bigger) Grown men mad I don't fuck with 'em (with 'em) But the real ones know I'm stuck with 'em Don't gotta tell me you real (real) This a real vibe, I can feel it Pests is somethin' I don't deal with (deal with) Go get the money, instilled in me Ain't call you back 'cause I'm still busy (still busy) And I'm on all that, I'm still with it (still with it) You ain't deserve it, I still did it (still did it) It only count if you still with me Don't gotta tell me you real (real) This a real vibe, I can feel it Pests is somethin' I don't deal with (deal with) Go get the money, instilled in me Ain't call you back 'cause I'm still busy (still busy) And I'm on all that, I'm still with it (still with it) You ain't deserve it, I still did it (still did it) It only count if you still with me R.I.P. to George Floyd, they stood on me literally That shit was pitiful (pitiful) I was facin' 30 years minimum (minimum) No lawyer fees, bro, that shit was critical (critical) You see what I'm sayin', it's visual (visual) Fuck if he getting money, I ain't feelin' him (I ain't feelin' him) And when I tell you I don't fuck with these niggas (what you mean?) I'm speakin' in general (everybody) Ain't no favoritism with none of these niggas (none) Bitches, baby mamas, family or nothin' I'm tunnel vision, I don't see nothin' but hundreds But when it come to Memphis scene, I run it (run it) Never go out like no love 'n hip hop, nigga Pack her shit and come get her (get her) If a nigga want to buy a pussy, I'm a sinner (sinner) I ain't splitting shit with you (nah) Bitch, I need all that (all that) A nigga with bitch ways, what you call that? (Bitch) Her head was fire, her pussy was good I saved her number under, "Call back" (what you do?) I ain't call back (nah) Tell that lil' bitch to fall back (fall back) I fell off at the crawl back (crawl back) Got a F&N on me right now, you know I can't save that Fuck it, keep ballin' (keep ballin') Don't gotta tell me you real (real) This a real vibe, I can feel it Pests is somethin' I don't deal with (deal with) Go get the money, instilled in me Ain't call you back 'cause I'm still busy (still busy) And I'm on all that, I'm still with it (still with it) You ain't deserve it, I still did it (still did it) It only count if you still with me Don't gotta tell me you real (real) This a real vibe, I can feel it Pests is somethin' I don't deal with (deal with) Go get the money, instilled in me Ain't call you back 'cause I'm still busy (still busy) And I'm on all that, I'm still with it (still with it) You ain't deserve it, I still did it (still did it) It only count if you still with me You want to get rich with me I don't blame you, though (I don't blame you) But don't let that shit change you, though (don't do that) My baby mama fuck with the opps (the opps) I regret fuckin' with her, I hate to claim the ho (I hate that) Can't sit around talking 'bout other niggas Ain't no motherfuckin' sports commentator (at all) The way the world is today A nigga have more than you and still be a hater (a hater) This shit characteristics ('teristics) I know they won't hit me, I ride with switches I ain't lyin' to bitches (at all) I ain't doing no trickin', get out when you finish (go that way) My lil' nigga got 50 (50) I ain't have no witnesses or no ballistics (no evidence) That other lil' nigga, he 22 years old, get out when he 60 (got life) I learned the hard way (the hard way), keep that shit street I ain't with the internet beef (the internet) Everybody look suspicious to me, so I'm clutchin' when you takin' pictures with me (I'm clutchin') feds watchin', they can't wait 'til I slip (slip) Rat niggas wanna do me like Nip (Nip) Opps called the PO, giving tips (tips) All this money keep comin' to curse like gifts (it's crazy) On God
Writer(s): Michael Batiste, Ricky Hampton, Xabian Woods, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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