| Na I ain’t tripping off the old hoes |
| It’s getting late get the drink before the store close |
| I still got the camera on behind closed doors |
| They say they sisters but they kissing in the photos |
| Hoes getting gassed they just need a location |
| You be kissing ass nigga you be home caking |
| Hoes taking your cash they ain’t making no payment |
| I need my shit fast bitch I’m running out of patience |
| Need a vacation, bitch you a trip |
| Shit always look better through a chain link fence |
| But where I touch home they ain’t leave no print |
| Say you want me to change that ain’t making no sense |
| And there’s no brown nose and broken hearts and roses |
| My previous relation separate me from the old shit |
| I wipe my hands clean tell em mess around |
| Cause every next pick is a 2nd round |
| This new fame got my old hoes trippin |
| I don’t pocket bitches and emotions is your decisions |
| I can do good on my own I’m different |
| Jordan still jump without givin |
| I ain’t tripping of you no more |
| I done dropped you knock four |
| I could never be a fool for a ho I put that on my soul, my soul |
| On my mama I ain’t tripping off you no more |
| I done dropped you knock four |
| I can never be a fool for a ho |
| I put that on my soul, my soul |
| On my mama I’m on ay |
| Na i ain’t tripping off you |
| I could still walk without shoes |
| And they can make it clap with no hands |
| So they done made it into my plans |
| And they done brought friends from a friends |
| And we done turned it up to a 10 |
| I’m getting no sleep once again |
| And we gone prolly do this shit again over and over |
| They don’t need clothing and i don’t need closure |
| Sex drive crazy like my dick need a chauffeur |
| Just keep an open mind when the dough show my |
| New fame got my old hoes trippin |
| I don’t pocket bitches and emotions is your decisions |
| I can do good on my own I’m different |
| Jordan still jump without Pippen |
| I ain’t tripping of you no more |
| I done dropped you knock four |
| I could never be a fool for a ho I put that on my soul, my soul |
| On my mama I ain’t tripping off you no more |
| I done dropped you knock four |
| I can never be a fool for a ho |
| I put that on my soul, my soul |
| On my mama I’m on ay |