| This shit ain’t easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah
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| Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me?
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| And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it’s true, yeah
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| Without me, wouldn’t be no you, oh
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| You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah
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| You a city girl now, you wasn’t like this at first, I ain’t used to this
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| If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain’t usin' it? |
| Yeah
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| Broke bitch can’t get a dollar, you ain’t doin' shit (Yeah, uh)
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| She wanna fuck on a nigga just for that check, mhm, yeah
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| Won’t get a dollar from me, better get my respect
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| Oh, now I’m broke now 'cause I won’t give you shit and I won’t flex? |
| Mhm, yeah
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| You want a nigga drop a bag on your chest, mhm
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| That shit a dub, could’ve got indicted for this here bag
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| Now you callin' my phone, you need your nails did and your hair bad
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| Talkin' 'bout you need some rent money, your check ain’t clear yet, uh
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| Bitch, get off my phone, I ain’t tryna hear that
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| Got a bag, now the hoes move faster
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| She want dick, then you know I’ma tax her
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| I got some like muscle relaxers
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| I won’t lie, don’t do no cappin'
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| Yungeen Ace, he say jo jacking
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| I don’t know what that mean
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| But I think it mean that these hoes be flaggin', yeah, uh
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| This shit ain’t easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah
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| Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me?
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| And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it’s true, yeah
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| Without me, wouldn’t be no you, oh
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| You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah
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| You a city girl now, you wasn’t like this at first, I ain’t used to this
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| If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain’t usin' it? |
| Yeah
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| Broke bitch can’t get a dollar, you ain’t doin' shit (Uh)
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| That lil' ho think she Caresha
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| My bitch a queen, Latifah
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| Hoes wan' kick shit like FIFA
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| I ain’t tryna do that either
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| She smoke indica, sativa
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| And she think that a nigga believe her
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| Give me pussy, then I won’t need her, uh, yeah, uh
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| Still the same nigga, just check, lil' baby, my bag big, yeah
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| Came from the rags to the riches, don’t know where the rags is
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| My money clean now, and that ain’t somethin' that a rag did
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| Dirty money was cool 'cause that was somethin' that a bag did
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| She can’t fuck with a nigga like me
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| Too much racks inside of my jeans
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| Dope dick turn her into a fiend
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| She was just tryna fuck with the team
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| Stiff on a ho, say a nigga be mean
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| You don’t got shit that I need
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| What the fuck could you do for me?
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| This shit ain’t easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah
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| Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me?
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| And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it’s true, yeah
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| Without me, wouldn’t be no you, oh
|
| You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah
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| You a city girl now, you wasn’t like this at first, I ain’t used to this
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| If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain’t usin' it? |
| Yeah
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| Broke bitch can’t get a dollar, you ain’t doin' shit |