Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
J.R Cruise
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J.R Cruise
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hittin' hoes left and right, ambidextrous
In the crib makin' pasta with two pretty lesbians
I don't ever have to ask security to let me in
I ain't never had no girl ever tell me let's be friends
Flat screen on the wall, watchin' ESPN
Got my **** all up in Doheny with a F&N
Funny how now I'm gettin' love when I'm steppin' in
Talked to God last night, told him, "Bring them blessings in"
Gymnastics, acrobatics how my bag flippin'
When you on to somethin' different, then you act different
Kick it with bitches that never had chicken
Just spent seven-fifty on some satin linen
My real name be on all my checks
Grandpa, Hollywood Park placin' bets
How I'm supposed feel when they say I'm up next?
How I'm 'posed to feel when she say she want sex?
[Chorus]
I went from burdens to Birkins
From the bus stop to Mercedes
How come you don't try to leave?
Be truthful, don't lie to me
How come you want him not me?
This sitcom gets sadder every week
Ya whole half depends on me
Like you starrin' in a Cheerio commercial, yeah
[Verse 2]
Look, I ran it up on Fairfax got the whip cleaned
I would never let a bird get a crib key
I flew her home and told her, "Be the mama kids need"
Think a hunnid by the inch, I made a M, sheesh
T-Pain, she can't believe it like I'm Ripley
Compound out in Atlanta like I'm Big Meech
Oh, you suckin' to the top, oh, you a big leech?
Rather get it out the mud than to play it clean
I can tell you never rode for ya ****, huh?
You was, "Ooh, I'm tellin' when y'all was little, huh?"
It's gon' take more than a drop for you to get these
Gouda, mozzarella, got a **** swiss cheese
Better run me all my chicken 'fore you get greased
You another gray strand about to get tweezed
You gon' make ya momma proud or make ya momma grieve?
Tryna have ya family rich or in disbelief?
[Chorus]
I went from burdens to Birkins
From the bus stop to Mercedes
How come you don't try to leave?
Be truthful, don't lie to me
How come you want him not me?
This sitcom gets sadder every week
Ya whole half depends on me
Like you starrin' in a Cheerio commercial, yeah
[Chorus]
Burdens to Birkins
From the bus stop to Mercedes
How come you don't try to leave?
Be truthful, don't lie to me
How come you want him not me?
This sitcom gets sadder every week
Ya whole half depends on me
Like you starrin' in a Cheerio commercial, yeah
Written by: J.R Cruise
