Lyrics
Uh, I got time, baby
Put in all that work to make you mine, baby
Wear that shit proudly, call you my lady
Now you actin' strange, man, that shit is crazy
But that money is my revenue
That's all a nigga ever knew
Better me would've bettered you
I thought a better me would've bettered you
I been stickin' to the paper like some tentacles
Baby girl, you got feelings, I got feelings too
matter fact sit down, baby, get in tune
I been in my feelings since I made that interlude
And ever since then, bitches swear I been that dude
One call, four or five, bitches come through
I ain't braggin', baby girl, I'm just poppin' shit
It's a lot of money around, I got a lot of it
Keep it slow
Ease your mind
Baby girl, just unwind
Slow it down
Baby, take your time
Just realize you dropped a dime
Shorty started textin' me
Got me stressin' all through the week
Said she's runnin' times too late
Had to hit that D&D
Told her best friend, pull up to my B&B
Cuz it's never over now
When I'm off, you could come right over now
Sit back, you got your boy mars on the track
That money is my revenue
That's all a nigga ever knew
That's all I ever, ever knew
Cuz that money is my revenue
A better me would've off bettered you
A better me would've off bettered you
A better me with a better you
Cuz that money is my revenue
A better me would have bettered you
A better me would have better you
would of better you
would of better you