Wrong Ni**a

I just wanna stack dough, count more

I don't know niggas

You ain't my bro, you a hoe so you just don't get it

Bitches really tripping

If you looking for a check go get it

Bitch, I'm the wrong nigga

You fucking with the wrong nigga

I'm the wrong nigga

You fucking with the wrong nigga

I'm the wrong wrong nigga

Here's a couple words for you

Just in case you really don't get it

I can scoop any bitch I want but I wasn't gon' sweat it

Write me every minute wondering if I'm gon' be there already

I put it in a song cause I couldn't fit it all in one message

So I know she gon' get it, I know she gon' get it

I don't put my time into the bitches they be tripping

I bet they wish they can all get me

I make you feel so special, I know this already

I know I'm fucked up but it's still fucked up

How it happened now you gone baby

I, treated you so wrong baby

Now, how can we get along baby

I can't help it I've been selfish I know I was wrong baby

What the fuck was you expecting

I'm moving on now baby

I did what I did, now I gotta move on

Cause I feel like you just gone play me

I just wanna stack dough, count more

I don't know niggas

You ain't my bro, you a hoe so you just don't get it

Bitches really tripping

If you looking for a check go get it

Bitch, I'm the wrong nigga

You fucking with the wrong nigga

I'm the wrong nigga

You fucking with the wrong nigga

I'm the wrong wrong nigga

Don't cross the line tryna line me

Dumb nigga lost his mind while he was thinking 'bout it

I wrote every single song, don't try to copy

Fuck a nigga baby moms for tryna plagiarize me

My ex bitch so bad that she ain't around me

My ex bitch so mad, made a mistake about me

I know you probably can't sleep

You couldn't lay without me

Oh it's so so sad that you ain't around me

Can't believe I really made a whole tape about you

I made a song just to let you know I think about you

I don't even drink but everyday I drink about you

But, nowadays I don't give a fuck about you

Now I got a baddie sitting up in my coupe

Married to the money motherfucker "I do"

I'm rocking Buscemi even though I like Loubs

So you gotta use a key to walk in my shoes

They tryna keep up like the fuck do I do

Keeping it 100 like 50 times 2

I was the wrong nigga, wrong, wrong

Fucking with the wrong nigga

Wrong, wrong wrong

Wrong nigga, wrong nigga

Wrong nigga, wrong nigga

Wrong nigga wrong nigga, wrong nigga

I'm the wrong nigga, wrong nigga, wrong nigga

I'm the wrong nigga