No Difference

What's a quarter ticket? Boy, I'm tryna make a million

You've been on like a hundred glides and never done no drillings

Finessed a few, so if I want that, gotta pay for dinners

They never pay and that's one reason why I hate opinions

Free my **** jammed, still get money, that don't make no difference

Difference is when them **** locked, they don't make no figures

Bitch, I got so much hoes, losin' you don't make no difference

I got beef with so much **** beefin' you don't make no difference

Beefin' you don't make no difference

I got beef with so much

Beefin' you don't make no difference

Beefin' you don't make no difference

I got beef with so much

Beefin' you don't make no difference

Good food and be on time,, that's how you keep it ringin'

Can't tell my ****, "Chill," just gotta watch and keep on chingin'

Heard he's in jail for punchin' up and kickin' down his missus

Dick inside her somethin', that's the only time l'm beatin' women

When I die, my guys are liars if they don't say, "He the realest"

Go Dubai, put two racks aside, that's just for speedin' tickets

I can't lie, when my **** died, that had me grievin' different

Stick my rambo in and out his chest and now he's breathin' different

What's a quarter ticket? Boy, I'm tryna make a million

You've been on like a hundred glides and never done no drillings

Finessed a few, so if I want that, gotta pay for dinners

They never pay and that's one reason why I hate opinions

Free my **** jammed, still get money, that don't make no difference

Difference is when them **** locked, they don't make no figures

Bitch, I got so much hoes, losin' you don't make no difference

I got beef with so much **** beefin' you don't make no difference

Beefin' you don't make no difference

I got beef with so much

Beefin' you don't make no difference

Beefin' you don't make no difference

I got beef with so much

Beefin' you don't make no difference

I've never seen your gun, you're always talkin' 'bout a scram

He never went on holiday, somehow, he's got a tan

I wasted credit on this girl when I was in the can

Had couple plans, came home just to find out that she's got a man

Damn, put my feelings to the side so l can work it better

Fifteen inch up in my palm, plus, I can work the presser

I should be gone and clear by the time they're freein' Terra

She gave me so much brain, I'm on the verge of bein' clever

Be-beat