歌词
[Verse]
It's a cold Sunday to complain
I hold it in until it rain
I fought demons after fame
I spent millions on terrain
I treat my b***h just like Diana
Pretty princess, hold the Fanta
2003 Dolce & Gabbana jeans make her ass look fatter
We gon' catch him outside, he don't got no money for the backup
I ran thirty million in the ground, baby, now I'm back up
She a city girl, I'm the real reason that she act up (Mmh)
She talk back, I make her pack up, send her home on Spirit
Something in my spirit made me not believe I'm feared (Mmh)
I know b*****s period, so I'm watchin' how I'm speakin'
Single but I'm creepin', my main b***h don't need a headache (Ouu)
Half a mill' on Maybachs, tires flat, I never drive 'em (Mmh)
Pretty hoes need stylin', Balenci' shopping got 'em wildin'
Tweakin' out on Collins, in my veins, the m***y throbbin' (Geekin')
Rich as hell, still robbin', ain't no love the way I'm rockin'
Bentley color gobblin, forest green, the lane I'm hoggin' (Spin)
Wrap the P like swallin', get it through yo' ****in' noggin (Damn)
Money first, I'm always dialed in (Uh, Krrt)
Moneys first, I'm always dialed in, is that a problem? (Go)
I made m's off a TV like I work for Viacom
Doggy didn't stay for long, he left when the sirens rung
Flyest niggas we turn b*****s BD's into tire stabbers
I could've put out wild fires, at the house behind barbed wire
Twenty-five but living like I'm fifty with three kids
All these b*****s in my biz, five-hundred thousand on my b***h (Uh)
**** if you don't like me
I'ma still get fetti more than likely, it's enticing, I'll die for my respect
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