Can't Relate

[Intro] Damnxaa, that's you on the track? [Chorus: SoFaygo] Damn, I got- Damn, Damn, I got all these bitches (yeah) Give a fuck 'bout these bitches Man the Lord knows im trying to get riches Mama said, "Boy, pull up your britches" Mama, I can't pull up these pants They gon' sag, because these bands Need a big bag nigga in advance Had to hide that dope up in my vans Pussy boy, please tell me your plans I ain't even gotta chase no ho, cause this lil' money gon' make her dance Man, I feel like lil' Dorian, I'ma take your hoe when I hit my stance You ain't my slime lil' nigga, no no, you ain't talk no money, we can't be friends, no [Post-Chorus: SoFaygo] How does it feel to be broke? Used to relate, I can't no more This real shit, I put it on me, Walk in the boy crib, put the bag on the floor No, cannot relate to you, my gang cannot relate to your crew Kickin' her out, man she getting the boot Play with the money, walk in with my tool (Bleh!) [Verse: Pasto Flacco] Walk in the spot with the tool What do y'all niggas wanna do? See me an opp, I'm gon' shoot 8-ball nigga, I ain't talking no pool You a lame-ass nigga, you a dumbass fool I play with her heart, yeah dismantle You know I get money, thats a fact Designer my shoes, spent a rack And we bussin' them bands in the sacks Old boyfriend, he gotta just relax Oh he in it, just let me break her back I thought [?] calling back Here's my number, I got a new chat Faygo to Flacco, we making a move back, Hey Yeah [Chorus: SoFaygo] Damn, I got- Damn, Damn, I got all these bitches (yeah), Give a fuck 'bout these bitches Everybody knows im trying to get riches Mama said "Boy, pull up your britches" Mama, I can't pull up these pants They gon' sag, because these bands Need a big bag to get in advance Had to hide the dope in my van Pussy boy, please tell me your plans I ain't even gotta chase no hoe, cause this lil money gon' make her dance Man, I feel like lil' [?], I'ma take your hoe when I hit my stance You ain't my slimes, lil nigga, no no, you ain't talking no money, we can't be friends, no [Post-Chorus: SoFaygo] How does it feel to be broke? Used to relate, I can't no more This real shit, I put it on me, Walk in the boy crib, put the bag on the floor No, cannot relate to you, my gang cannot relate to your crew Kickin' her out, man she getting the boot Play with the money, walk in with my tool