I been tryna fuck this bitch I just cannot relax
Money on my mind, mixing with this girl I have
I been tryna stack all of my bread up in this bitch
I ain't tryna talk to you, I find out you a snitch
Did this shit for real, money on the field
Tell me how you feel
Like what
Money for the build, money for the kill
Stacking like your bills
I ain't tryna talk, let me hit it
I ain't with that fake shit, playing like this scrimmage
Posing on the gram just to let somebody hit it
It's a wrap when they spilling tea about your image
That's your image
Fucking with me, love me, and you tell me I don't get it
That's life, alright, yeah I get it
That's life, alright, yeah
Fuck what they be saying, I just cannot demonstrate it
They gon' spin the block, spray that shit like it's your fragrance
Midnight with no light, no surveillance
I be fucking with that bitch I just cannot go say it
I don't know what I'm about to do
Fuck that bitch and lately, she been giving attitude
I don't talk to half these bitches if they getting rude
If I wanna fuck with you, I bet you'll find out clues
Did this shit for real, money on the field
Tell me how you feel
Like what
Money for the build, money for the kill
Stacking like your bills
I ain't trying to talk, let me hit it
I ain't with that fake shit, playing like the scrimmage
Posing on the gram just to let somebody hit it
It's a wrap when they spilling tea about your image
That's your image
Fucking with me, love me, and you tell me I don't get it
That's life, alright, yeah I get it
That's life, alright, yeah
Hunnid bags, rolling with the stack
Shorty acting lost, like she don't know where she at
Couple bags with some wine, boujee , that's a fact
She know what she doing, she don't need no fucking map