Ay, bitch, why you don't understand what I wanna be
I want your love, I'll give mine for free, like, goddamn
What you want from me, I don't know what you want from me, like, goddamn
No, it's all on me, I'm lighting your blunt for free, like, goddamn
I don't understand what you want from me, hitters gun for me, like, goddamn
Stay in the cut like a loose screw, and the opps run from me, like, goddamn
Say your ass really got love for me, I don't understand
Back in the minivan, blowin' like a fan
All I know is money, we gon' stack them bands
S-T-B, shit, uh huh
F-S, I'm coming, I'm back, uh huh
Run the city like damn, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I be runnin' the city, I feel like I'm Biggie
Turn around back shots, don't give me no pity
I really feel sorry for your man
You left him for dead, but he took nine shots, like, 50
Only say that, cause he back from the dead
If he died would've clown his ass, like Diddy
Bro be tweaked he be stupid, off the meds
If I tell him to go, he really gon' get em
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Like, goddamn, wanna show pussy on FaceTime
No, she can't wait till the daytime
You can call me whatever you want
I really don't care, I'm only gon' save mine
Even if they did me dirty over time
That's my blood, we really come from the same line
Cut off the people that don't deserve shine
Get in your bag and stay out your mind
Get out your feeling and get to the bag
Get in your bag and stay out your mind
Cut of the people that don't deserve shine
Get in your bag and stay out your
Get in your bag and stay out your mind