make me bae

Yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea

There's too many hoes in my face

There's too many buns in the bank

There's too much I still gotta say

I'm just trying to get back to the pape

They just get fucked out the way tryna make me bae

I got your hoe on my line tryna make my day

I got the Tris online come and up your rank

No I can't trust these hoes no more

Tryna eat me alive but they so called a saint

No I can't fuck on her no more she was cool at first

But now she insane

I'm so rich off pain

I ain't trippin bout nun

They gonna keep looking at my face till they know my name

I ain't trippin bout nun

They gonna keep taking all my swag thinking we the same

I said goodbye to my main

And said hello to the bank

This shit just like a game

I live life like GTA

I just scratched the whip need paint

No I'm never tryna be who I ain't

Prolly in a black truck in another state

I'll turn her out if she say she gay

She like don't say nun I'm just like ok

There's too many hoes in my face

There's too many buns in the bank

There's too much I still gotta say

I'm just trying to get back to the pape

They just get fucked out the way tryna make me bae

I got your hoe on my line tryna make my day

I got the Tris online come and up your rank