Spent a bag on my wrist, yeah Spent a bag on my bitch, yeah Spent another bag on a whip, yeah Bank account still look lit Lookin´ like I just hit a lick, yeah
Still ride ´round with a stick Fakeness make me sick, yeah We get lit, get lit We get lit, get lit, yeah We get lit, make hits, yeah I don´t ever tweak or twitch, yeah Bad bitches give me lip I got a shooter that keeps my 6, yeah Shooter got aim, don´t miss, yeah I´ll never worry ´bout shit, yeah All I care about is gettin´ rich
´Cause I got a bag to claim And I got M´s to make I´m layin´ low, workin´ hard Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me?
I´m laying´ low, workin´ hard Why you so mad at me? Why you so?
You can stay mad at me, I ain´t even mindin´ you Think I might take your girl without even tryin´ to She tellin´ you it´s nothing ´cause she can´t confide in you I´m givin´ her everything that she couldn´t find in you And maybe it´s better that way, she knows its better my way I ain´t got time to just chill, everytime pussy get killed Bringin´ her pleasure, my pleasure I go harder under pressure Treat her like work and I stretch her
She only cum if I let her Now she know what dealin´ with the man feel like Came around and showed her what she can feel like And she love it when I let her count my racks I told you, I ain´t never going back
So I got a bag to claim And I got M´s to make I´m layin´ low, workin´ hard Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me? I´m layin´ low, workin´ hard Why you so mad at me? Why you so?
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