DSFM

She said, "Quit with the cigarettes."

I said, "Please."

I'm popping on the internet

Did you get the memo? Don't disrespect

I ain't your man baby, we gon' split the check

You just let me smash, you ain't gimme neck

Don't you got cash? What do you expect?

You work at a law firm, uptown

And you acting like you don't give a fuck now

The minute you ask for bus now

You a hypocrite, what now?

And you wonder why, wonder why I'm emotionally shut down

Yeah, you only fucking with me, huh, cause you know I'm gonna pop off

And the only way you get your rocks off

Is fucking a rock star

Yeah I got trust issues

You wonder why I can't fuck with you

Why I'm not so in love with you

Girl, go figure

Yeah, had the love of my life and somehow even that didn't take flight

My mom says I want too much from this world, too much too much and I think she's right

Her boy in his mid-twenties

With a lil' money

Nah for real, I only need a lil' money

Find it a lil' funny that you actin' a lil' funnier

With a straight face on

Straight up make up all caked on

Wait up, a K cup won't take long

But odds are by then you'll be gone

So, so bye-bye, so bye-bye, so bye-bye

I got ass way before rap

Just icing on the cake

You won't find Mr. Right here, that's a fact

Girl I just got icing for that cake

[Hook]

I guess I'm not the one you want

I guess I'm not the one you need

I know I'm not the one you want

I know I'm not

Because I just wanna drink and smoke and make a lotta fuckin' money

Wanna drink and smoke and make a lotta fuckin' money

Wanna drink and smoke and fuckin' make a lotta fuckin' money

I know it's so shallow, but I ain't into acting funny

No no, no no

[Verse 2]

Oh, took Uber to taco bell

'Magine how my driver felt

Spend money that I don’t have all the time

Like how the fuck I’m not gon' sell

Come along, I’ll let you splurge

You can get yourself a nacho shell

I don’t pop the pills but I got the tills and tell the world

Girl this your song

You always want me to write you one, didn't you

Even now I told you ‘bout a million times

I'mma retell you what I'm meant to do

While you spend weekends in a shitty ass club with your girlfriends drinking on Pinnacle

I'mma be workin’ real late in the studio

Making history, that’s what I'm finna do

I don't use fin' that much

But I meant that much when I said it

All ya'll talkin' that sideways shit...

Well, you might as well dead it

I don’t know what I’m thinking

Sittin' here in the Lincoln

Drinkin' in the Lincoln

Brenton ridin' shotty got the whole car stinkin'

Might as well do this once

While we’re still young

So we could still have an excuse for being so dumb, see

[Hook] x2

[Instrumental]