JANUARY 28 Lyrics

It was hard to hit that road

When my mans died alone

And if you let me sleep up on yo couch

I owe you 'mo

I been up in my bag, seven days plus 24's

You a crash dummy

Ain't never been a stepper, gotta know

Only lemon pepper steppers

See the cash we blow

And my ears stay to the streets

I'm talking index to my lows

These bitches can't get enough of me

They with they Luther Vandross

And I ain't no washer and dryer

But I'm quick to spin hoes

I need a fee to argue, bands

You gotta pay those

You riding in a janky whip

The thugs flip those

Clips on, yo section had a teddy bear on every pole

Sorry for my language 'ma i'm in the studio

But you the same lady told me, turn yo bully on

So if they say it's up with me

You know what time i'm on

Leave the lights on for me

I'll turn 'em off when I get home

Wunna pack I'm loaded got me

Got me high I'm in my zone

Lazy got the torch, I'm high status with my throne

Pay me in flowers, I did this shit all by my own

Crack them gates for my n*****

Three minutes on the phone

Crack them gates for my n****

Cause we all want 'em home

And my doggy always touch down

He be scoring with the bone

And if you ever loved me right

I swear I love you 'mo

The realest bitch breathing

I ain't never had to boast

And these n***** would vouch

But they know better than to post

And you know that's why I just keep it classy,

I ain't worried bout what a bitch tweeting

Unless she at me

Come get at me

Punk ass bitch

I ain't worried about no weak ass bitch

You bitches been week

Care about y'all

Look, I went hard from the start with it

Put my heart in it

And it's true

You don't end the race with who you start with

And I been in a few races

Thats why i'm heartless

I just be here to finish what they think they started

Doing all this rap shit

Just to give my son my royalties

Making sure he straight

Be my number one priority

And if he wanna hit LayZ

He 'trynna go crazy

What the fuck I look like having another n**** baby

New Honda '22 and AMG

That's why y'all hate me

I know two bitches who link up

Because they hate me

I know four hoes who chop me up

All because they n**** love me

But if only if they knew

I treat they boo's like they my cuddy

The funny thing is, i love money

I don't want no hubby

N**** did I stutter, you heard me right

Get the fuck from, from me

If you put a bag inside my bag

You could get near me

I love when the richest in the room

Can hear what i'm thinking

If he look my way

The mink extension

'Gon get to blinking

Make him leave his girl

And she was pissed

And I know she's stinkin'

Playing on her top

And make her stop, ion' like her thinking

Gave me twenty five

I'm his hoes thirteenth reason

Bitch we ball forever

Money don't go out of season

If she on my frontline

I'm a make her leave bleeding

When Nani, Car, and TT slide

And all these n***** speaking

I move hella quiet

Getting money still creeping