Can't Pay

You want a romantic, that ain't gone happen

You been moving badly, that- that's tragic

I seen blood all on the leaves, you got blood all on your mattress

You then moved down to Los Angeles, swear you finna be a actress

And you swear to God you got it on 'cause it's Ricky all on your fabrics

In the mountains, way up, way up in the sky, it's everlasting

Got clear stones on white gold, I'm in a whole, whole other bracket

I done did shit in my lifetime that I know you couldn't imagine

You done did shit in your lifetime but I can't accept your baggage

On the highway I'm speeding in this bitch might crash it, come on

I understand that a couple thousand a make this bitch get nasty

Bae you better not put that shit on my body, I don't do transactions