I'm upset Fifty thousand on my head, it's disrespect So offended that I had to double check I'ma always take the money over sex That's why they need me out the way What you expect?
Got a lot of blood and it's cold They keep tryna get me for my soul Thankful for the women that I know Can't go fifty-fifty with no ho Every month, I'm supposed to pay her bills And get her what she want I still got like seven years of doin' what I want My dad still got child support from 1991 Outta time, people love to pop A lot of shit then come around Word to Flacko Jodye, He done seen us put it down Niggas askin' if I'm cool
I'm upset Hunnid thousand on my head, it's disrespect So offended that I had to double check
You tryna check? This is real life, niggas think we playin' chess So what's next? Jump up out the bed like I’m possessed I go out on tour and I say I'm drinkin' less End up gettin' loose And gettin' pictures from my ex
SMS, triple X That's the only time I ever shoot below the neck (skrr) Why you keep on shootin' If you know that nigga dead? (Skrr) That's the only kind of shit That gets you some respect
Got a lot of blood and it's cold They keep tryna get me for my soul Thankful for the women that I know Can't go fifty-fifty with no ho (ayy, ayy) Every month, she don't even love me, She just puttin' on a front She gon' tryna settle outta court and make a run Then gon' ask me how I'm doin'?
I'm upset Half a million on my head I can't accept, yeah 'Least it makes me feel someone tried their best, yeah Want to waste a half a million, be my guest Made me wanna buy a vest and a tech (skrr) But I'm blessed, I just checked Hate me, never met me in a flesh Said she's got somethin's She gotta come here and collect That shit is in a box to the left, to the left
Got a lot of blood and it's cold They keep trynna get me for my soul Thankful for the women that I know Can't go fifty-fifty with no hoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
