BETTER OFF ft. Punch Lyrics

I'm better off with quicker riches

I'm better off than sin and riches

I'm better off with tricks and riches, up my sleeve

She on her knees, tryna please, she told she gonna fix my life

but bitch please

(Bah, bah, bah)

Hit it every time, damn I be bussin

No more Latina, I be hanging with a Russian

Aye man, she be touching

She don't like going slow, she like going and rushin

(But dam I love it)

And I won't answer my phone when she calling

I got better things to do other than that dumb shit

Looking at her eyes I know that bitch me up to something

Yo why she frontin? She up to something

(Ye but so am I)

Better off leaving that hoe

She need a talk with the pope

Rocking the Burberry coat

You pussy better take notes

Michelin fingers, I grip on that hoe

Punch & I takin' a toxic approach

Me gusta Latinas in caramel tone

Straight out the mud, I be taking direction

This shit a profession, they call me professional

Haters are haters

They leave an expression, I don't even listen

The mic is my weapon

Out in Chicago I come with aggression

I book me a session and teach 'em a lesson

Started my day eating toast

Writing my lines on the throne

I'm better off with quicker riches

I'm better off than sin and riches

Better off with bigger figures

Better off just getting riches in my life

Fifty 100's, can't decide

The cash be the main thing, the apple of my eye

When I'm in the stu, I don't got feelings

I can not deny

Cabbage on the table, you can have it brodie, I don't mind

Why should I be loyal if all she want from me is my dick

You know you can't compete cause you called up your groupie to assist

Yeah

I'm better off with quicker riches

I'm better off than sin and riches

I'm better off with tricks and riches, up my sleeve

She on her knees, tryna please, she told she gonna fix my life

but why me?

Yeah, Temba been running this bitch (hold on) (hold on) (hold on) (hold on) (hold on)

Going psycho (yeah uh), going psycho (yeah uh), I'm a psycho (yeah uh), I go viral (what)

I go hot like YSL, I been hot like Cairo

Treating the game like the king of the hill

I go so hard they might put me in jail

Man I'm better off letting Punch go send the mail

Got the check in the mail

I be taking no pills

When I'm out in Brazil, man I still got no chill

Still not giving a fuck 'bout a rumor until all these bitches go find them a relevant skill

They never will, Temba can chill

Makin' a hit, leaving 'em ill

Jump out the crib, land on a mil'

Jump on the jet and I fly to Manilla

Dated a star and she taste like vanilla

I do not miss, I'm a filthy contender

Keeping it humble, they call me a killer

Better off this way (yeah)

Better off that way (way)

Better off my way (yeah)

Punchin' out, okay

Bitch please

Hop off of my d

Tell me what you see in me or would you rather leave

I got gold in Tennessee

Couple more overseas

I can tell that you the type to think about what you mean

What you saying, and thinking, up in that mind

Your connection like crazy, we see eye to eye

Connects at the same time

Whether I'm wrong or right

Better off without you in my life