[Chorus] Gotta turn the volume down so I can see outta the rear Lotta bitches pussy talkin', I'ma leave y'all over there Talkin' tough see me in person, you ain't do shit but you starin' Fell in love with money makin' it feel like I'm gettin' married I don't got the favor in me, you ain't put in, I ain't sharin' Gotta drop it, don't stop, ain't a profit, I'ma care less Bitch, I gotta double up, you be too lazy, can't compare us I been hustlin' since a youngin', I think I deserve a merit
[Verse 1] I got plays in LA, but I'm Chicago made, don't get it twisted Bitches suckin' dick for features, I'm a boss and that's the difference You stuck on the couch watchin' the news, that shit a sickness Rona got them pockets hurtin' trap been pickin' up so I can't kick it You can't get up off a zip, don't waste the breath, askin' me 'bout a ticket I got all these meetings 'bout a bag, they better come corrected Get that shit regardless, they ain't think I meant it when I said it How you swipin' cards, but you ain't tryna build ya credit? Keep that distance with the mischeif, you gon' make yourself need surgery Been speakin' on my name but it was you tryna get next to me Goofy tried finessin', don't you know that's in my pedigree Bitches lyin', I can't make shit up maybe it's Maybelline
[Chorus] Gotta turn the volume down so I can see outta the rear Lotta bitches pussy talkin', I'ma leave y'all over there Talkin' tough see me in person, you ain't do shit but you starin' Fell in love with money makin' it feel like I'm gettin' married I don't got the favor in me, you ain't put in, I ain't sharin' Gotta drop it, don't stop, ain't a profit, I'ma care less Bitch, I gotta double up, you be too lazy, can't compare us I been hustlin' since a youngin', I think I deserve a merit
[Verse 2] Pass me a wood, bitch, I don't give a fuck if I said I was quittin' I got gas tucked in a blanket, swear to god that shit be hittin' You too busy in they business, sorry, I can't waste a minute Probably say the same about me, I don't care who's side you pickin' That ain't no bread, you got allowance, you look funny when you spread it Ain't no cap, that's in my rap, my blue bills boujee playin' tennis We gon' bring them rackets out, hope you don't think that you no menace Demons lurkin' for a play, it's heatin' up, bitch, we in texas Packs be comin' in like Christmas wrap, that shit up like a present Ego feelin' like el chapo, I be skilled at playin' tetris Flippin' patties, I got orders, no tomatos, keep the lettuce On some fat shit, hit a steakhouse, you can't come up with a penny Heart of gold, my people loyal to me give you some 'cause I got plenty Dude been on my ass, don't play his part, I thought he got the message Love me, hate me, envy, either way I know they feel the essence I be in the field, we get 'em gone, you just a adolescent
[Chorus] Gotta turn the volume down so I can see outta the rear Lotta bitches pussy talkin', I'ma leave y'all over there Talkin' tough see me in person, you ain't do shit but you starin' Fell in love with money makin' it feel like I'm gettin' married I don't got the favor in me, you ain't put in, I ain't sharin' Gotta drop it, don't stop, ain't a profit, I'ma care less Bitch, I gotta double up, you be too lazy, can't compare us I been hustlin' since a youngin', I think I deserve a meritTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
