2Blessed Lyrics

I put it on my tab for the bag I put it on my tab, here's the cash

And if you wanna talk, wanna brag Keep it over there with your mans

And when you cool it down, bring it back, I love to see you smile while you mad,

I be happy for the things that I had I be sad for the things that I lost

Thank you for the swag, for the sauce I spread it all around like I'm Ross

And I'm not talking Rick, talking Bob And I'm a walking lick for the wop,a

And I spent a little change on the top And I blew her out the frame like a crop

I knocked her out the frame, out the box, And you better cut it out, I cut you off

I put that on my chain, on my watch, I put that on my gang, on my block,

I'm caught up in a stain, I got lost, And the he caught a stain need a wash

I had to intervene like ShamWow, Life wasn't right, put the mic down,

I had to pick it up what I write down, There's never nothing real in my life now

And I had to put my feels in a nightgown And I lay the girl to bed, put the pipe down,

And I grab another reel, another movie, And there's never nothing real up in the movies

But if I learn a lesson I'ma use it, Baby why you tripping why you do it,

Cause if I learn a lesson I'ma use it, And if I don't do it then it's useless

And that's not me, that's not me, Threw it in the bin with the Gucci, Louis V

Only put it on if it benefit the team I do it every day like a cup of the tea,

I do it every day like a puff of the reef, Always wear the heart on the cuff on my sleeve,

Try to do my best to tell the truth and never cheat,

But she caught me in the booth making love to the beat,

And no I'm not saying I'm the best I'm just saying I'm too blessed to be stressed

And no I'm not saying I'm the worst I'm just steady overtaking who's in first

So let em know, let em know now When Amo start running he don't slow down

I got a royal flush I couldn't back down I got them on them ropes like I'm Pacquiao

I love the spring don't nothing feel better, No money in the world could change this May weather,

You're trying to block it out with your Moncler sweater,

Said it's cashmere and your jacket chinchilla,

Couldn't care less if it's Fendi or Fila

There's cracks in the game and the gaps I fill up,

So please mind the gap where the industry split us,

Dollars to my name ain't making me realer,

Ain't caught up in the fame I be caught up in my feelings,

As I walk through the poppy fields, She wanna lend a ear like she Holyfield

Baby are you hurt or you trying to heal,

She always trying to use all her sex appeal,

I told her it's more sexy if you keep it real,

Can't keep it real we can't seal a deal,

So it's best you always tell me how you really feel