I thought every girl I had was the one, (Uh, huh) but she was not it Ninety nine percent of bitches be thottin´ (Thottin´)
If I do the same thing, you´ll say I´m not shit (Not shit) I could do the same thing, you´ll leave me cryin´ (Cryin´) She got a little deeper through the process (Process) Still addicted to the streets, can´t hide it (Hide it) Walkin´ ´round with two Glizzys in my pocket Already cocked it, flip a nigga like a socket (Socket) Nigga, way before the fame we was wildin´ Then they killed my nigga Quado in the projects (Projects) And it´s a shame, all the bitches that was curvin´ I see the same damn names in my comments (Comments)
She was lookin´ O.D. from a side eye Said she ain´t an eater, oh she lied, oh she lied-lied Woke up to three bitches in my bed Made me say it three times, "Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine" I ain´t rockin´ with no ho niggas or a bozo That´s a no-no, nigga nah, nah I know they love my fly The way I rock Dolce and Gabanna I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me It´s fucked up, they either dead or doin´ fed time Boy, you all about your bread, so am I If it´s money on your mind, .45 to your hairline And I keep it by the dresser
That´s for any bitch who ever try to break my heart, I won´t let ya Still got blood on my denims That was all the blood that was in him, no more love in a nigga
No more love in a nigga But I swear her company made me so comfortable I don´t fuck with her (Yeah) The way she fuck with me And it´s probably ´cause I´m from the X, where they take for respect Thought I woulda been into the grave on my def Same fit for a week, now I hate Nike tech Now I´m a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat Biggs put me on the big ass purple Puma jet I´m flexin´ more than ever, she like, "Money make me wet"
And if I die, I´ma die for my respect Bury me with like a milli´ on my neck, ah
She was lookin´ O.D. from a side eye Said she ain´t an eater, but she lie all the time-time I woke up to three bitches in my bed Made me say it three times, like, "You fine, oh you fine-fine" I ain´t rockin´ with no ho niggas or a bozo That´s a no-no, nigga nah, nah I know they love my fly The way I rock Dolce and Gabanna I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me It´s fucked up, they either dead or doin´ fed time Boy, you all about your bread, so am I
If it´s money on your mind, .45 to your hairline And I keep it by the dresser Just in case a bitch ever try to break my heart, I won´t let ya I still got blood on my denims That was the blood that was in him, no more love in a nigga
Run through it, all the bands that a nigga got I wonder if the streets still care about me Long story, I can never really talk about it I´m numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots Numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots I hear niggas talkin´ ´bout the money that they don´t got I used to be up on the corner with my young akh Now I go buy a couple pounds of the fronto I still smoke it by the pound, I get dumb high
I still smoke it by the pound like a rasta I send money to my niggas sittin´ up, yeah I send money to my daughter, she´s a rugrat I been through it but I´m not givin´ up, yeah I switch up on different cars, now they upset