Better Off 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