REGRET ft. Corey Vintage Lyrics

Put a condition on it, no, I can't handle it

Cut off my siblings, you know I ain't plan for it

If you won't sit down in my seat, I wont stand for it

She wanna shake it for the streets, then go on, dance for them

You gotta watch out who you fuck with, folks cancer

So when these goofys hit my phone line, I don't answer them

If you just wanna come over and throw tantrums

Then girl, don't be surprised, I hit my boys and make plans with them

And I ain't askin' for no handouts, offers, favors

These niggas wanna act out, smoke 'em, papers

And we don't e'en get mad at the hoes and the haters

'Cause we already been the topic of the conversation

We on the way to the bank like ha-ha-ha

Blowin' la-la-la, to the sky-sky-sky

With my chin held high

Feelin' oh so fly

We on the way to the bank like ha-ha-ha

Blowin' la-la-la, to the sky

Focus on the team

Bring my lil' man wealth

Everything I need, gotta get it for myself, uh

I'on need no regrets

It feel like my whole team in effect

Finally made it out the Springs, to ya neck

Hold the block down, better not make your team get a tech

I'on whip the V, but girl, if you roll with me

I'mma need some respect

Positively progress to the P's

Sorry, gotta cut you off, 'cause you pettin' my peeves

You don't please me

Tell you all my problems, you wouldn't believe me

I don't want your offers, if you gon' tease me

Jesus wouldn't like how y'all niggas treat me

Cheese in my pocket, goin' to my seedlings

Ain't the one to talk, so niggas can't repeat me

Probably the reason niggas think it's sweet

I'on know what keep the peace mean

But I always keep the piece mean

Workin' hard to keep the streets clean, muhfucka

We on the way to the bank like ha-ha-ha

Blowin' la-la-la, to the sky-sky-sky

With my chin held high

Feelin' oh so fly

We on the way to the bank like ha-ha-ha

Blowin' la-la-la, to the sky

Focus on the team

Bring my lil' man wealth

Everything I need, gotta get it for myself, uh