this n that

You said that you need this and you need that Let me keep composure, let me not overreact

Gave that hoe my heart, I guess she never runnin' back I been eatin' real good, why the fuck you on that fast

Both my middle fingers up, I keep it rested on this stack Fuck it, let me run it back

Denim jeans I bought too big, They keep on saggin' off my ass I'm in Soho with the guys, we came four pockets filled with cash

Goofy niggas sayin' dumb shit, fuck nigga, I ain't ask I get it if you need help, crazy how them things dealt

I never got it right with you, it's hard for us to remelt You screamin' that you need help, but sayin' you don't need help

You threw me to the side and wonder why I'm feelin' heartfelt We parted ways but you had got to saying anything

Bitch, go tell that ass the truth, let's talk about diamonds on my pinky ring Let's talk about how money made the T, I don't need gasoline

Let's talk about how your friends came to my show, hoes screamin' M K E Money just not enough, my pockets overstuffed

You hate that I don't trust, you hate that I don't trust I'm stickin' through the rough, our conversations rough