It ain't easy being me but they think so
I know my bitch want me to get her that Mink coat
Aye bottles for the bitches over at Winco
I do too much baby I can't have me no weak hoe
The hoods want us to join, they want some trophies
I ain't finna mingle with the Stephanies and Sophies
I put that shit on just to hit the studio
Ain't no bitches in the booth, I hate a groupie hoe
Making plays in this bitch like Ricky Rubio
I was boxing in the garage just wit Julio
Retail therapy, I don't need a therapist
I guess it's prolly time I'm actin' arrogant
Alexander face mask I'm look likе a terrorist
But this ring on my pinky lookin' Elegant

Marble on thе floor, Prada on the kicks
Palm Springs, Palm Angels, you can check the flicks
We was in the mall I'm getting stopped by hella chicks
Ain't no n***as in my phone unless they talkin bout some strips
Love really dangerous, I'll prolly kill over my bitch huh
My crip homie drum like Nick Cannon, he hit the switch
Strippers swarm we made it rain up in this shit
I just don't tell you if I'm down, that's why you think I'm rich
Whole city listen and I still don't trust shit
I never learned to love, I was always wit the pits
I got homegirls wit they own, they buy they own kits
Throwin punches, throwin' hmm, yeah I'm throwin fits

I dropped tears after the show
Only a few know
I was taking L's in a row
But It was never about the dough
And this ain't for the flow
Ya'll never seen how me go
But you ain't never seen us low
Even if the work slow
I'll never cross my bro
Cause I know we gone blow
Yeah I know we gone blow (yeah)