
Better Off Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
She be better off if she pay me the cost
She want me to beat it up but I'm saying the cost
Sippin on my juice got some drank in my cup
Then I'm finna knock her loose and her face isn't up
Straight P in my blood you can see it in my eyes
Straight p's when I up I ain't trapping cutie pies
Kick her out she ain't finna stay the night
I be back up on the move when the day coming by
Chase blues I ain't chasing a slut
She a cool, fine bitch, but a pain in the butt (Eh)
No cap, guess I can't be the one
She want me to be one hundred but she ain't even one (Eh)
Getting jiggy in my AF ones
And I got close homies I don't got day ones
It get lonely in this bitch when you make great funds
She was tryna hold my hand but I don't make love
Grimey ass world but I can't give a fuck
I already made some money but I can't get enough
Goin stupid you can prolly say I'm dumb
When I started making bands then the pain turned to none
Now I'm better off and I'm hogging the ball
Got a, small circle and it's all full of dogs
When I move into that loft I be fifty stories tall
Straight steppin' I ain't ever had to crawl
Bitch I'm tryna drive got you reaching for my drawls
Bossed up now they giving me applause
I can't stand a nine to five so the pressure is applied
And a youngin lowkey trippin' they like how you finna drive
I ain't simpin' over bitches I don't even got the time
But if baby wanna kick it then I'm finna let her slide
And I, touched down another on the other side
Got her spazzin' got her geeking when I put my shit inside
We could post up for the weekend then I'm telling her goodbye
Know a, bad bitch she conceited and she living in the trenches
Had to tap in with her she like, when the fuck we sippin
Baby fuckin' with me try to tell me that I'm different
Heard it all before so I just never even listen
Get up in this rolla' that's a mutha' fuckin' privilege
I'm not stopping till I'm sitting on at least a couple million
Bitch I'm gonna make it I just got a funny feelin'
Straight paper in my pocket I don't know about a check
Stack a light ten then it's on to the next
I ain't worried bout no bitches that be all up in my text
Show me that you real baby show me to the bread
Ben Franklin that's my potna' that's my motha' fuckin' friend
Post a few p's grab my keys to the crib
I jus' made about a band and I didn't break a sweat
Few month and I'll be flooded with some diamonds on my neck
Excuse me if I'm rude I'm not tryna disrespect
But I gotta make a move I'll prolly hit you back in ten
I just made another two with a zero at the end
Ima flip it to one hundred go and drop it on a Benz