He said"So what do I do"

I cannot cope through this pain with this paper, so what do I

Damn, aye, damn, aye yeah

And I cannot cope through this pain with this paper, so what do I do

Take me a lil' shot of Don, DND the phone, then hop in the stu

And that drink it ease my mind

I told the lil bitch that we through

Said I love her, but I lied cuz I ain't wanna give her the truth

I ain't wanna give her the truth

I ain't wanna give her the truth, so I hopped in the booth

And soon as I hopped in the booth

She hit me up off of the drink, said she tryna get loose

And sorry I can't help you baby, lately all the moves I make, make blues

When you got cash, these bitches choose

They hate, but love to see me lose

They hatin' but already know that I'm him

My pockets got big like they been in the gym

I'm flexing, shining bitch I am trim

Eyes Chinese got the lights real dim

These **** be hating, no likes from them

Bitches start choosing, I'm switchin' em up

A bottle of Don, got tris in the cup

Drop the perk in the sprite it start sizzling up

Damn, It start sizzling

She try ask me for love I ain't givin' in

Shawty said she in love, let me hit it then

Fucked up in the head, she a lunatic

Had yo chance with the goat, then you blew the shit

Then gone fuck on my cousin

I knew it bitch

Had you heart, I ain't know what to do wit' it

Damn, I ain't know

I just been beatin' the road

Get it off we ain't keeping no loads

Hit it once then I turn to a ghost

Now that bitch talk about me in posts

Cuz she hate that I'm having more motion

Nonchalant, I ain't show no emotions

Left that bitch in the past, now we going up

Yeah

And I cannot cope through this pain with this paper so what do I do

Take me a lil' shot of Don, DND the phone, then hop in the stu

And that drink it ease my mind

I told the lil bitch that we through

Said I love her, but I lied cuz I ain't wanna give her the truth

I ain't wanna give her the truth

I ain't wanna give her the truth, so I hopped in the booth

And soon as I hopped in the booth

She hit me up off of the drink, said she tryna get loose

And sorry I can't help you baby, lately all the moves I make, make blues

When you got cash, these bitches choose

They hate, but love to see me lose