[Intro]
I think Ima need some more ciroc for this I don't know
Yeah, UKNO

[Pre-Hook]
They gon' make me do it
They gon' make me do it
They gon' make me do it
I don't wanna do it
They gon' make me do it
They gon' make me do it
They gon' make me do it
And I don't wanna do it

[Verse 1]
First day, I shut it down
Give, these hoes, the run around
Now, they say they wanna fucks with us?
Come around and get some bucks with us, fucks with us
Mama thought she raised an athlete
Champagne in the backseat
Student loans kept adding up I had to drop out
Now I run things with the top out
Fuck with a winner
My girl style cold as the winter
Thought he was my n***a but that money got low and that n***a showed me different, oh well
I ain't got no friends in this, it's all love
But I only know that business shit, the biz legit
10 missed calls I'm gone, push start the car
And ain't shit rented its ours

[Hook]
Don't make me do it to 'em
Don't make me do it to 'em
Don't make me do it to 'em
I don't even wanna do it to 'em (na na)
Don't make me do it to 'em
Don't make me do it to 'em
Don't make me do it to 'em
I don't even wanna do it to 'em (na na)

[Verse 2]
And shit gets worse
It's been a year since we've heard a new verse
How yo mom above the liquor store
But you post up on the gram that you getting all this dough (god damn)
That shit's fucked up
And these hoes still gets no love
I ain't saying you ain't shit but I know that fast money ain't gon' be the thing to keep a n***a rich
(You) Just copped you a new whip
Designer bags for your new chick
(Haha) But I swear if my dad had that perfect credit score like yo dad I probably be popping tags too
New chain, new tattoo
An uncle in New York who's credit card you smash through
And damn, n***as still claim they got cash
I ain't even wanna do it but I ain't never took a pass what?

[Outro]
Don't make me do it
Don't make me do it
Don't make me do it
I ain't even wanna do it to you
Don't make me do it
Don't make me do it
Don't make me do it
I ain't even wanna do it to you