Maintenance ft. Gëtte Lyrics

You're just like a hooptie

Girl it's hard to date ya

Every time I turn around

I gotta spend some paper

If it ain't the battery

It's the alternator

Forcing me to live this way

But I can't do no ultimatum

You're just like a hooptie

Girl it's hard to date ya (my hooptie)

Every time I turn around

I gotta spend some paper (remind me of my hooptie)

If it ain't the battery

It's the alternator (my hooptie)

Forcing me to live this way

But I can't do no ultimatum

I can admit that like all my women vain

So I put myself in this silly predicament

Tricking my mind into thinking

A high maintenance baddie's

Like driving a caddy but really it's

Burning a hole in my soul not to mention

My pockets, expenses are out of control

Gathering coins and taking out loans

Attempting to keep my whip on the road

I gotta spend like drive a benz

But I'm in a hooptie

I gotta spend like I drive a benz

But I'm in a hooptie

Yeah, she like designer

So I had to finance them Pradas with Klarna

With Klarna

Yeah, trying to keep up with the Jones'

A nigga be posing

It was kind of like when your chrome rims

Cost way more than the whip

She was sweeter than a can of candy paint

On a 100 dollar Crown Vic

It's really nice have to a pretty ride

But it really make no sense

Like a piggy bank, without no change

My damn gas tank on empty

You say that you love me

But you never give me money

If you can't afford me

Can't get no honey

Why do guys set expectations that

They know they can't keep up

I ain't waiting 'till your payday

Better get your money up

You're just like a hooptie

Girl it's hard to date ya

Every time I turn around

I gotta spend some paper

If it ain't the battery

It's the alternator

Forcing me to live this way

But I can't do no ultimatum

You're just like a hooptie

Girl it's hard to date ya (my hooptie)

Every time I turn around

I gotta spend some paper (remind me of my hooptie)

If it ain't the battery

It's the alternator (my hooptie)

Forcing me to live this way

But I can't do no ultimatum

I'm tired, of what

Tired of living a lie

Stacked my problems it reached to the sky

Life ain't been peaches or pie

But that peach got me tweaking

No lie

I mean technically speaking I'm fine

Gotten quite used to the grind

Ripping and running around

I need to check my account

Nigga, you keeping the count

Wait, what's the amount

It ain't the money that's funny that got me worried

Cuz really it comes and goes

What is you saying that shawty be playing me

Got me in line like Connect 4

Ye said that one good girl is worth 1,000 bitches

Man you listen to Ye you really tripping

What the hell it's gon take for you to get it

She don't love you for you need to quit the tricking

Need to focus on yourself

And work to build your wealth, yeah

If you was on welfare

Would that girl be still be here

I called her and asked if she could come over

I just don't got it today

She said don't bother cuz she need a baller

Damn I'm really to blame

Tried to prove my worth

I question if I love myself

Lord knows