Hard to do ft. R.E.D Lyrics

You know it's hard to do Fighting the one when there's always two

Or three even Fighting over odd shit, is we even

Shit I'm ready to go, when is we leaving? My young chick like older niggas, my old chick

Shit I don't got a old chick, unless you mean the last one

She younger than me, she just my past one I hope that makes sense

Tired of running into bitches, tryna make rent Make it make sense

You know it's hard to do Acting like you give two fucks when it's hardly

You Giving up the strip club when it's a part

Of you Being home you like to party too

When you gotta move like a Harley move Big chopper, one more chance, big popper

Have trust in the lord, shit I have faith But just K.I.M, keep it moving

It was big options, her wig poppin' Nails done, face beat

So she only in the water, waist deep She tried to say red, stay sweet

But ain't shit sweet bout me These weak hoes sour me, my people flower me

Make monthly salaries daily Used to make ten bucks hourly

That was hard to do Erykah Badu, like the bag lady

I been offing my bag lately You know it's hard to do

Swallow truth, you can hardly chew You fumbled me, I had to audible

I called you my boo You was in my Audi too

Talking what we oughta do Five star rooms, you would put it on me

Out the blue Learn to live without me, had to learn to

Live without you too That was hard to do

Views from the fountain blue Out in Denver in the cabins

Popped you in the Mountain Dew We was fairly new

Had you spouting that position It was one of few

Now you never doubting Went from shouting to pouting

Them days counting down Your ways got us in a phase

Where we rotting now You was close like my blood

But we clotting now I got you Carl Lagerfeld

Now you not around, not at all My niggas told me to knock it off

And I'm not bout to argue with them This is not a brawl, this a broad

And them trips abroad had me all Thinking we can fix it

But this fixing really thinking small And I'm fresh in this cream bomber

Satin shawl, just got my ticket to Montreal Nah, you ain't gonna tend with me

I got another ten with me Her name Brittany

And she got a friend Sydney from Australia She resemble Iggy Azalea

That was out the blue It was hard not to do

Baby, you on my mind all day I can't explain, they can't relate

I ain't come to play with you This shit hard to do

Baby, you on my mind all day I can't explain, they can't relate