BEVERLY HILLS

It's done, it's dead, I'm not hitting him up anymore

Talk that shit I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
Don't want fits, gotta lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
Don't want fits, gotta lock in
Had that grip and you lost -

Sick of (yeah)
Waking up to piss all in the bathroom
Straight up (yeah)
Thinking bout another life without you
Fed up (yeah)
You never really we're my type
Straight up (yeah)
Let my talk my shit tonight

Talk that shit I'ma talk it (yeah)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (okay)
Don't want fits, gotta lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (you lost)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (I talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (I walk in)
No more fits, gotta lock in
Had that grip but you lost it (let me talk my shit)

(Too broke) to be so argumentative
I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills
(You don't) recognise who you is -
Missing out on, we could compromise where we live
(And I won't) try to brag in your ear
But everytime you speak, I'm just interpreting fear
(It's hard)
It's hard so hard, so hard, oh

You must be mad if you think I'ma laugh
At the shit ass jokes that you're talking
You should be glad I ain't breaking the glass
That you bought last year for my birthday
I do big things, I got big plans
I got big dreams, need a real man
You down real bad if you think I'ma laugh
Not talk-talk how I walk that walk

(Too broke) to be so argumentative
I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills
(You don't) recognise who you is
You missing out on, we could compromise where we live (live, oh)
(And I won't) try to brag in your ear
But everytime you speak, I'm just interpreting fear
(interpreting fear)
(It's hard) woah
It's hard so hard, so hard, oh

Sick of (yeah)
Tossing over crumbs in my silk sheets
Straight up
You're thinking 'bout another girl not me
(Fed up)
I never really was your type
(Was I?) yeah
But baby talk your shit tonight

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, gotta lock in (lock in)
Had that grip but you lost it
Talk that shit I'ma talk it (talk, talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (walk, walk)
No more fits, gotta lock in (lock in)
Had that grip but you lost it

(Too broke) no And every sigh is a sign of the times
Find time to get high, get away from the bad vibe
A fine line between a hoe and a dime
I'd die if I tried being caught on your sidelines
You drive by in the car that I bought (that I bought)
You get on by the way that I walk (that I walk)
You're down bad if you think imma not talk-talk how I walk
Gotta walk that walk
So ooh

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (you don't)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip but you lost it (and I won't)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (I talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (it's hard)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip but you lost it