Now tell me God, how can you love me after all this sex? How can you love me after all these drugs? How can I be the one to feel so blessed? Oh, thank you Had to get that off my chest Oh, thank you
[Verse 1]
I just dropped a bag in the club off of nothing I just did it all for the love of the stunting I was in the strip club we was throwing money I was in the strip club, I was throwing hundreds I just got a phone call said press five If you wanna talk to 'em on the other side Told them when we touched down we gonna ride Out here we gonna have your name so alive I just got a call from my girl, she tripping Talking that bullshit, I ain't tryna listen Only thing I wanna hear about is the money mission I just heard another song about a nigga wrist flicking That's what everybody, nigga what you really getting? One thing 'bout it, I don't owe no nigga I'mma go hard, go soul, gorilla Shout out to the dopeboys tryna get skrilla I just want a hundred rings, Slick Ricky I just want to reach a mil, two fifty I just want to call her like, girl get me To pull up and take off, my nigga cause we got to go Roll up cause we got the smoke Get high whenever we want Specially when I'm feeling down I got my niggas around Thank God my niggas around Thank God that liquor around Dive in that liquor and drown All of my niggas have pounds Big homies the shit in the town I get you hit in the town Never forgetting the town I been the shit in the town 'Fore I was shit in your town Hop out the whip when I get in your town And I'm dicking the prettiest....
[Chorus]
Now tell me God, how can you love me after all this sex? How can you love me after all these drugs? How can I be the one to feel so blessed? Oh, thank you Had to get that off my chest Oh, thank you
[Verse 2]
I just got some pussy man, she was doing magic Baby got the coochie splash, hate to graphic I just bought some kush and man, it was fantastic On the red carpet, nigga floating like Aladdin Money stretching, flipping like aerobics and gymnastics Nigga more focused than some bifocal glasses Told Bully please don't hit them with the plastic Niggas on my team with the dealing and the trapping We just want the rings and the women with the fashion This is just a dream, boy, it wasn’t supposed to happen Now I'm like a king, like I had you all clapping My nigga Dave bling, got the gold and the platinum I could switch it up cause a nigga got the rose gold Niggas switchin' up on a nigga that's a no-no Got the stick in this bitch jumping like pogo Never turning back, that's like fucking with my old hoes Money in the bag that's just a nigga roll though Don't we do it all for the dough though? Don't you wanna ball like a pro though? Think about it all while I'm dolo She sending videos and the photos Busting wide in the wide body photo I'm tryna tell niggas they should know though Shit moving too fast, need slow mo I feel like when hugh Hef was young Mansion, a few heifers come Boy, I lost count of the tally Move from the hills to the valley No type of stylist can style me Fuck with my robe, crown on my head It fuck with my soul, fucked with my head Where do I go when we leave here? I talked to God, this what I said
[Chorus]
Now tell me God, how can you love me after all this sex? How can you love me after all these drugs? How can I be the one to feel so blessed? Oh, thank you Had to get that off my chest Oh, thank you
[Outro]
Don't we do it all for the dough though? Think about it all while I'm dolo Don't we do it all for the dough though? (Yours truly) Think about it all while I'm dolo (Trigga, Drum) Don't we do it all for the dough though? Think about it all while I'm dolo Don't we do it all for the dough though? Think about it all while I'm dolo (An open letter to whom it may concern)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
