Make Me Better Lyrics

OK millionaires know me

Don't compare me to that young nigga

I'm some like his og

I pass the ball like Ginobili

I won't let no nigga hoe me

That's the difference between me and you

Money with the blue strips

I always had the missing clue

It's some shit i won't let you do

I make you better

When i count this bread you get wetter

You was there through any weather

I'll be a lame if i got this money and didn't treat you the same

Every time that they bring my name up

I'm the first one that you claim

Through all the trials tribulations and the shame

I was fucking bitches only because i was adjusting to fame

And when you have my baby boy ima let you give him his name

But ima keep him under me ima give him the game

And i can't take back all the shit i did

She lied she said it's my kid

She know I'm having motion not emotions

You can call lo it's deeper than clothing

Don't get caught up in this wave

You gone drown in this ocean

This a letter to my bitch

If it ain't you in celibate

So if a bitch bring up some shit it's hella old

Them stories got hella mold

Them stories never get sold

Interrogation room I'm never gone fold

And since my momma left a nigga swear my heart getting cold

Kemp

OK millionaires know me

Don't compare me to that young nigga

I'm some like his og

I pass the ball like Ginobili

I won't let no nigga hoe me

That's the difference between me and you

Money with the blue strips

I always had the missing clue

It's some shit i won't let you do

I make you better

When i count this bread you get wetter

You was there through any weather

I'll be a lame if i got this money and didn't treat you the same

Every time that they bring my name up

I'm the first one that you claim

And i can't lie it ain't no way in hell them bitches was worth it

And I can't lie all the shit i did it served me no purpose

Sometimes i can't tell the truth

Cause i was too nervous

And sometimes i just lie

Ion wanna hurt you on purpose

You make me better

Fuck them hoes it's whatever

You my sweater in this weather

You my Bonnie I'm yo Clyde

And when i had smoke

Ain't have to second guess you gone ride

We screaming fuck the other side

And fuck them other guys

They mad cause it's me up in yo thighs

I'm nothing like them guys

I pull out nutting on yo eyes

She never gone be surprised

She gone hear it from me first

Expose what expose who I was having racks

Ain't have to give you a dollar

Show me what that pussy do

On God