This shit ain´t easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me?
And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it´s true, yeah Without me, wouldn´t be no you, oh You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah You a city girl now, you wasn´t like this at first, I ain´t used to this If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain´t usin´ it? Yeah Broke bitch can´t get a dollar, you ain´t doin´ shit (Yeah, uh)
She wanna fuck on a nigga just for that check, mhm, yeah Won´t get a dollar from me, better get my respect Oh, now I´m broke now ´cause I won´t give you shit and I won´t flex? Mhm, yeah You want a nigga drop a bag on your chest, mhm That shit a dub, could´ve got indicted for this here bag
Now you callin´ my phone, you need your nails did and your hair bad Talkin´ ´bout you need some rent money, your check ain´t clear yet, uh Bitch, get off my phone, I ain´t tryna hear that Got a bag, now the hoes move faster She want dick, then you know I´ma tax her I got some like muscle relaxers I won´t lie, don´t do no cappin´ Yungeen Ace, he say jo jacking I don´t know what that mean But I think it mean that these hoes be flaggin´, yeah, uh
This shit ain´t easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me? And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it´s true, yeah
Without me, wouldn´t be no you, oh You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah You a city girl now, you wasn´t like this at first, I ain´t used to this If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain´t usin´ it? Yeah Broke bitch can´t get a dollar, you ain´t doin´ shit (Uh)
That lil´ ho think she Caresha My bitch a queen, Latifah Hoes wan´ kick shit like FIFA I ain´t tryna do that either She smoke indica, sativa And she think that a nigga believe her Give me pussy, then I won´t need her, uh, yeah, uh Still the same nigga, just check, lil´ baby, my bag big, yeah
Came from the rags to the riches, don´t know where the rags is My money clean now, and that ain´t somethin´ that a rag did Dirty money was cool ´cause that was somethin´ that a bag did She can´t fuck with a nigga like me Too much racks inside of my jeans Dope dick turn her into a fiend She was just tryna fuck with the team Stiff on a ho, say a nigga be mean You don´t got shit that I need What the fuck could you do for me?
This shit ain´t easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me? And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it´s true, yeah
Without me, wouldn´t be no you, oh You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah You a city girl now, you wasn´t like this at first, I ain´t used to this If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain´t usin´ it? Yeah Broke bitch can´t get a dollar, you ain´t doin´ shit