Fuck
Yeah
No more acting like we best friends
They ain't even put in half the work to get a cheque in
Or a plan B to invest in
So they bunking with their best friend
Dinner just for one tonight
I'm here without my best men
Uber app is bugging, yellow cab might be the best bet
NYC shopping, I ain't flexed yet
Plenty show money I ain't spent yet
It's clear I haven't slept yet
I ain't even thought about sex yet
Or making shorty's bed wet
I'm tryna get the rest paid
Every day's been chest day
Best day 'til my best chain but just plain
Vito with a French plate
And my new girl got French braids but she's self-made
Money making girls days so she gon' get her hair laid
It's free of service charge for where I go and get my drinks made
Too much in my system, I don't mind, I'll get the bill paid
It's up, down, do it all day like I'm T-Pain
Make the double G's rain
Gucci to the ceiling, rock Margielas on my cheat day
MB's on a weekday and it's prepaid
Your weekend's my weekday
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
Shit's deeper than the surface when I put my life in verses
Treating weekends like weekdays, I'll party in my 30s
What's a man without a purpose?
Can't be angry at the clowns when you're the one who's at the circus
Meanwhile catch me on the corner like a merchant
Just peddling my wares
My nan was in the church for me, twenty different prayers
Twelve-fifty for the onion but I've got many different layers
It's cold that I ain't in London but the smoke never clears
It seems over the years
I need less and less chairs at this table but who cares?
I've got couple silver singles but my Rollie's a platinum
Bodies on the hammer, that's a Ghost and a Phantom
My lifestyle's Fatal Attraction
She always told me that she loves me then she hates me at random
You know I came from nothing, used to trap on the Samsung
Lucy's grandson, isn't he gangster?
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
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