Be fucking for real

Because I know it's on my fault

And I'm sorry that I was gaslighting you

And I was manipulative, whatever

I really am sorry

And I know we're never gonna get back together

Yeah, yeah

I feel like I talk to myself, like can anyone hear me

No, no, no new friends

If you ain't talk money, I swear you can't get near me

They think I ain't seeing this shit, like 20/20 I'm seeing it clearly

They dying to see me lose

Man, R.I.P. I say it sincerely

Damn, I really thought that you would slide

She's looking at me in my eyes

She's telling me shit, she's feeding me lies

I know that I said that I'd wait for you

But really I feel like you're wasting my time

She's talking to me, I can't hear her

Sorry little baby, I only speak dollar signs

I don't want no hoe that be outside

Retta on me, but it's out of sight

Mud inside my cup, it's mixed with Sprite

Put a bezel on my wrist and watch it shine

Oh

Yeah, why they be talking to Jakes

Was waiting for you, but you took too long

Was fucking with you, but I just couldn't wait

Yeah I see you playing these games

Yeah that shit cute, but I still wouldn't chase

You pulling me down bad, no don't come my way when you fall on your face

Damn

Really, I'm just couldn't stay

Money on me, real bad bitch that fucking on me

I can't trust nobody, antisocial, keep that gun on me

I am not feeling bad for what I did

I put that shit on when I be with your bitch

Yeah, I got racks coming in, these boys stay mad

Why

Cause Vonni stay rich

I feel like I talk to myself, like can anyone hear me

No, no, no new friends

If you ain't talk money, I swear you can't get near me

They think I ain't seeing this shit, like 20/20 I'm seeing it clearly

They dying to see me lose

Man, R.I.P. I say it sincerely

Damn, I really thought that you would slide

She's looking at me in my eyes

She's telling me shit, she's feeding me lies

I know that I said that I'd wait for you

But really I feel like you're wasting my time

She's talking to me, I can't hear her

Sorry little baby, I only speak dollar signs

Yeah, I ran with the racks

I don't wanna talk if it ain't about cash

Fucking with me, you get put on the map

Run up on me like saran, it's a wrap

I cannot hear when they talk

Petty ass hoes tryna play with me

Now she outlined in chalk

No, boy, I ain't no fiend

But I got a handful of rocks

In a SRT in sport mode

You only sport mode in your crocs

You say you the realest

But I think you just pretend to be

If you ain't got motion

No, you ain't impressing me

No, you can't get next to me

Oh my god, bro

This shits hard as fuck

I know right