Letras
Look, now you can find me where that cash at
Where the love though?
Felt like somebody tore my heart right out my torso, whatever
Desperate times call for desperate measures
Spend it, get it back, I got my hustle together, I just
Talk my shit, walk my shit
One of them niggas you ain't fucking with
I'm in the lab
She fell in love with a madman
I paid the tab and slid back to the bad lands
My left never saw my right hand, can't let em know your plan
These niggas switch up on they own friends
I'm good with it, give my Grammy to my Granny, it feel like they tryna get me, gotta watch for Uncle Sammy
Round my way, man some things just don't change
I gotta ball, I'm just giving good game
Made man, yeah Allah did his thing, too nice tryna be three paid, fore plays, weed blazed, grass green keep it low for the snakes
I bounce back like a bullet when it ricochet
Aye she ain't nothing but a chicken wing
I fadeaway
Aye we ain't going back to broke days
She love my pen and I'm loving her frame
These brown skins get my everything
Used to want the braids like I'm A.I, cross a nigga up
Make em move to the side
Stay fly like Three six
From where you saw it but ain't seen shit
Originales, we see through you cheap tricks
From off of slave ships to some ownership
This ain't a race, I don't wanna politic
She so cold she gone need an ice pick
I'm hot boy, no flexing, this ain't what you thought
It's no question
It's like I never got caught