Miss Me Lyrics

I know she gon' be mad, when she see these dollar signs

I know she gon' be mad, when she see my diamonds shine

I know she gon' be mad, bad bitches by my side

I know she gon' be mad, at the way I live my life

But I can't blame her

I can't blame her

I can't blame her

Nah, I can't blame her

Say she want me back, but that shit was heartbreaking

I done fell in love with this money I been making

I ain't gotta show it no more, nigga, I'm just saying

Gotta move on to new shit that I'm facing

I ride with my nigga, I ride with my dawg

You hate on me, but you know me from my songs

That's your hoe, I don't know, I'm just playin' along

Pour a 4 in that Fanta, I'm leanin', I'm gone

Drippin' where I go, so you niggas don't miss me

I just poured a 4

Now I'm sipping on Henny,

Shawty on my phone, and she callin' me bae

But I ignore her, cause I rather buy BAPE

I'm rockin' this BAPE, It's purple, it's Grape

Niggas in my DMs, they callin' me great

Got other niggas that just constantly hate

So I flex on them constantly with this cake

I smoke all this gas cause it release the pain

I just get the bag, if you not, you insane

I got class everyday and I'm still gettin' cake

And you niggas still hate, and you niggas still hate

I get to the bag and just blow it away

Just know I got plenty racks stuffed in the safe

Die off if you copy, win if you create

Cut off any niggas you see in the way

I'm all about my money, don't care what you say

I'm goin' dummy, I'm all in my lane

She stalkin' my page, she want me to stay

Can't take no more pain, I'm full of this rage

I was trappin' all summer while y'all had it made

So don't ask me how much money I done made

If you ain't got the bag, my nigga, you got played

I thank my mama for the times that she prayed

I know she gon' be mad, when she see these dollar signs

I know she gon' be mad, when she see my diamonds shine

I know she gon' be mad, bad bitches by my side

I know she gon' be mad, at the way I live my life

But I can't blame her

I can't blame her

I can't blame her

Nah, I can't blame her

Say goodbye to my haters, I got plenty of flavors

I'm dripping in layers, this money do favors

Up all night, cause I got some shit I'm plottin' on

Thinkin' bout the times when I really ain't have shit

Doin' things different so niggas can't match it

S.E.K., I'm number one on the bracket

I can teach you a lesson, I can take you to practice

And I got a couple racks stuffed in my jacket

No I ain't goin', I ain't gettin' caught lackin

But if I do, man, I bet I cause havoc

Leave a nigga name on a shirt, that's tragic

Riding round town in a vert, that's magic

But she say the other nigga broke, that's drastic

I just dropped some bands on some clothes, that's a habit

I know she gon' be mad, when she see these dollar signs

I know she gon' be mad, when she see my diamonds shine

I know she gon' be mad, bad bitches by my side

I know she gon' be mad, at the way I live my life

But I can't blame her

I can't blame her

I can't blame her

Nah, I can't blame her