Window Shopping

I know this what you wanted

But we ain't got that much in common

I probably should've saw it coming

But I guess we had nothing (but I thought we had something)

Uh, yeah, new crib, it's getting hard to get as high as my ceilings

Elevator goin' up, we been climbing the building

It's gon' take a couple L's if you spell out a million

We gon' make it out of this bitch, God willing

Late nights in the stu', I wrote this song 'bout you

I know it'll come true, 'cause this ain't nothing new

I just cut a bitch off now she South Beach strippin'