I can tell you capping 'cause all that shit ain't addin' up She know I'm lit, tell all these bitches clap it up Don't chase me, rather have that money chasin' us You still broke 'cause you don't want it bad enough Feel like I'm boxed in and I don't like that shit Yes, I liked your picture but don't like you, bitch You full of your shit, but I still love you Love the way you work them angles and my dick do too (Hey)
Break them rubber bands and stack to the sky (Ooh) My baby get wet when she get high (Huh) Kill that pussy like it got nine lives They don't know them days that we sacrificed (Let's go)
I can tell you capping 'cause all that shit ain't addin' up She know I'm lit, tell all these bitches clap it up Don't chase me, rather have that money chasin' us You still broke 'cause you don't want it bad enough Feel like I'm boxed in and I don't like that shit Yes, I liked your picture but don't like you, bitch You full of your shit, but I still love you Love the way you work them angles and my dick do too (Hey)
Roll them backwoods 'til the Am (Am) These niggas be bothered, and they hate on him (Hate on him) Life is a game, but you can't play him (You can't play him, nah) Tell you my issues then I say, "Amen" (Say, "Amen") Used to fuck them thots at the Days Inn Heard you wanted dick, girl, say when She gon' suck me dry like a raisin (Woo) Who is all these niggas that y'all praisin'? (Huh) We gon' stack them hunnids to the sky (We gon' stack it up) I can see the answer in your eyes (Oh-oh, oh) Know that shit ain't work but I tried Rather count that money, I can't lie
Tell 'em You still broke 'cause you don't want it bad enough I don't lie, I don't lie Love the way you work them angles and my dick do too
Compositores: Kristopher Thomas Campbell (K Camp), Eric Jr Billingsly, Dylan Graham ECAD: Obra #43869565