Been good, you ain't eat and we full
How you givin' out pressure when you ain't ever got pulled?
That boy was book smart, she took heart and we ain't ever got schooled
Had to try to get-back with new get-back ???
Like a weirdo, she don't wan' me near, yo
Say he be on bullshit, I told her ''Don't fear, yo''
Want to get away, I get away, she want to find me
And I rob the people, she don't care because she slimey
She blame it on the passion
Spin his block and park here
He don't come out now, then will gon' sit right here and starve here
Niggas always hatin', I'm tryna keep gettin' richer
You thought I was makin' song 'bout a bitch
Fuck that shit, maybe I was
Maybe it's all for you
Callin' you in the gym, baby, I'm 'bout to shoot
Tell her to count the cash, 'cause baby I'm 'bout the loot
And he told you 'bout all them lies
I wanna give you the truth, baby, listen to me
Like, where you at?
I call your phone, what you doin' though?
Time for me lately, I know you bae, who you pursuin'?
I learned a time ago, you gotta know, what you been doin'?
I beat the pussy up, now everyday you influenced
I'm consistent, I feel like I'm missin'
I give you what you think of, more shit ain't sufficient
Type of thing that like to travel, she go where ever I go
She do what ever I need, I know what ever she know
Now we somethin' special, good
Trench made, I was all for nothin', uh
Six days, now she got a problem with the guns that's in the car
But she don't even care, 'cause she know it get me far
She blame it on the passion
Spin his block and park here
He don't come out now, then will gon' sit right here and starve here
Niggas always hatin', I'm tryna keep gettin' richer
You thought I was makin' song 'bout a bitch
Fuck that shit, maybe I was
Maybe it's all for you
Callin' you in the gym, baby, I'm 'bout to shoot
Tell her to count the cash, 'cause baby I'm 'bout the loot
And he told you 'bout all them lies
I wanna give you the truth, baby, listen to me
Uh, aye-aye-aye-aye
She don't even care about this shit
She wanna be on some other shit
She blame it on the passion
Spin his block and park here
He don't come out now, then will gon' sit right here and starve here
Niggas always hatin', I'm tryna keep gettin' richer
You thought I was makin' song 'bout a bitch
Fuck that shit, maybe I was
Baby, listen to me
Baby, listen to me
I like that
Baby, listen to me
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