You ever notice how the bitches that hate
Are the scummy bum bitches with no food on they plate
Them hoes is fishier than a bass wearing a ski mask
I ain’t judgin’ it’s the facts that I can’t see past
Always got em’ coming back like a tweaker that relapsed
Straight out of the rehab
I’m so fucking salty that I’m making the sea mad
I finessed your honey just to make all of the bees mad
I’m finessing money got more green than a weed lab
Feel like Snoop in the coupe when I fucking lean back
Ain’t got gin in my juice but I got a beef slab
For all you little rats that’s still mad
Y’all was throwing shots but I couldn’t feel that
Pass me thе beat so that I could kill that
You say you a baller wherе the fuck is yo mils’ at?
I think you’ve been starving where the fuck is yo meals at?
Ain’t got no car like where is yo wheels at?
Damn, I’m in my prime got feeling like a Transformer
Keep a pistol in my pocket call that shit a hand warmer
Yeah I seen yo broke ass standing on the damn corner
Tryna get a dollar so you hollar yet you stand cornered
Stand cornered still
I’ma fight for this mil
Working on my craft
But never killing for the bills
Bitches acting stupid cuz they poppin’ all the pills
Bitches doing coke need to motherfucking chill
Like the ice on my neck
Gotta brand new patek
Nah, I promise I’m just playing bitch I’m saving my check
Gotta use my brain
Gotta life to protect
I know it sounds real lame but I’m saving my neck
In the future
They used to say, “Payday is a loser”
Cause I am and I suck and I hate this fucking song
It’s not even that good why’s it taking so long?
I’m not even cool I been faking all along
Haha, I hate this shit, okay