I told my mama that we good, no matter the situation (Ooh) Big crib in California, where I'm situated (Ooh) And everybody think it's cool because I'm rich and famous (Ooh) But they will never understand what my pain is I told my dawgs we gon' be good, no matter the situation I heard some people say I changed ever since I made it But they same ones on my line when they need something from mine That's why they calls get declined, I don't need the fakin'
I'm done with doin' favors, I'm done with doin' fake shit I'm done with fuckin' with these bitches, all they do is play me I'm done with dealing with the pain, I'm out here, getting faded Then retail therapy, I walk in and I buy the latest I know this why they hate me I know this why they mad, seventeen and in my bag Got it out the mud, they said I wouldn't, always knew I can I hear all the rumors, but I can't pay attention to that My foot on the gas, in this 'Rari, I might fuckin' crash
I told my mama that we good, no matter the situation (Oh, oh) Big crib in California, where I'm situated (Woah, woah, woah) And everybody think it's cool because I'm rich and famous (Oh) But they will never understand what my pain is (Woah, woah, woah) I told my dawgs we gon' be good, no matter the situation I heard some people say I changed ever since I made it But they same ones on my line when they need something from mine That's why they calls get declined, I don't need the fakin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
