| I only can tell you the truth |
| Yeah, uh |
| I seen so many niggas switchin', I had to cut 'em off |
| So many bitches actin' different, we stopped fuckin' raw |
| I up the score, I went for more, shit, I’m like it’s up to y’all |
| And you ain’t gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mm |
| 'Cause I heard they say that I wasn’t feeling a thing |
| I’m in the studio all night, shit, I’m like, «What do you mean?» |
| Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream |
| 'Member we said we wouldn’t let these bitches get in between |
| When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn’t believe (Believe) |
| And when niggas tell me you was fuckin', no, I couldn’t believe it |
| I tried to give you all my blessings, but you couldn’t receive it |
| 'Cause you was listenin' to people that was listenin' to people |
| I had to get up and leave you 'cause you couldn’t see it |
| All this fame turned into a monster, shit like Resident Evil |
| And once the love turn toxic, think it’s better I don’t see you |
| 'Cause I’ve been runnin' up my millions, shit been revving my ego |
| I put my money 'fore my bitches so we never get equal |
| 'Cause then the world keep turning, the money keep burning |
| Living and I’m learning, ain’t no bitches I’m concerned with |
| I seen everybody change on me 'bout some money |
| Learned to get rich, came home, niggas actin' funny, I can’t cut it |
| I’m just strappin' and I ain’t talkin' |
| Swear to God, none of y’all niggas better not grab for my coffin |
| Swear to God, bad bitches playing Simon Says when I’m talkin' |
| And I can’t say I’m runnin' them trenches when I ain’t walkin' |
| I seen so many niggas switchin', I had to cut 'em off |
| So many bitches actin' different, we stopped fuckin' raw |
| I up the score, I went for more, shit, I’m like it’s up to y’all |
| And you ain’t gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mm |
| 'Cause I heard they say that I wasn’t feeling a thing |
| I’m in the studio all night, shit, I’m like, «What do you mean?» |
| Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream |
| 'Member we said we wouldn’t let these bitches get in between |
| When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn’t believe (Believe) |
| And when niggas tell me you was fuckin', no, I couldn’t believe it |
| Yeah, uh |
| Let me give some game, how you gon' maintain? |
| 'Cause niggas that hit it tell bitches they be seein' things |
| And I know y’all boo’d up and that’s cool but you know things change |
| You’re a good girl, but I seen good girls go play the same game |
| Turn to bad girls, and make niggas rearrange things |
| And everything just turn into a blame game |
| Look at it like a watch |
| She could be a nice watch, you could get a plain jane |
| You take that same watch, bust it down, ain’t worth the same thing |
| But it’s gon' shine when the lights hit it, a little bling-bling |
| You add some diamonds to it, get a little shine into it |
| But think about it |
| Take a good girl, add some wildin' to it |
| That’s like bust down Rollie, don’t hold no value to it |
| And now you at the jeweler tryna trade it in |
| 'Cause time is money gotta watch what you spend |
| You can’t make it again |
| I’ve been down this road, with too many hoes, and I can’t take it again |
| Take me |
| Take me away, take me away, all my pain expensive |
| I got people tryna take me out like I ain’t help invent 'em |
| Smell the venom like Baccarat, new money on the menu |
| And I ain’t never crossed nobody that helped me to a million |
| Why you even finessin', I wasn’t even checkin'? |
| Look at yourself, bitin' the hand that gave you restaurant |
| leave me for day, but this ain’t checkers |
| 'Cause I act like I don’t know, I bring it to your chest up |
| To the neck up |
| Aimin' at your head, soon as I catch up |
| Too many millions, social media don’t impress us |
| Too many feelings while I’m rappin' on |
| I seen so many niggas switchin', I had to cut 'em off |
| So many bitches actin' different, we stopped fuckin' raw |
| I up the score, I went for more, shit, I’m like it’s up to y’all |
| And you ain’t gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mm |
| 'Cause I heard they say that I wasn’t feeling a thing |
| I’m in the studio all night, shit, I’m like, «What do you mean?» |
| Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream |
| 'Member we said we wouldn’t let these bitches get in between |
| When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn’t believe (Believe) |
| And when niggas tell me you was fuckin', no, I couldn’t believe it |