Money and women don't mix fasho
When I was broke it was pussy galore
Now I throw the 20s & 10s on the floor
Go keep it for yourself cuase I got me some more
Going for A not M anymore
You beat me up till my conscious was sore
That was just something I couldn't ignore
I felt alive soon as I I walked out the door
Brung you to my room and you stole all my money and za
Now your broke no mans (uh)
Whos laughing now
3 dudes a day bet yo pops is really proud
Don't talk to me like that girl go watch yo mouth
And now you come crawling back when im popping now
Like whats that about
Like I can do without
Like get out of my house
And stay outta J-town
Go back to josh and his niggas at La Salle
Damn girl you really got me tweakin
You should've known with them earings of gold
Like damn who you pleasing
Brown skin glasses green tint
Like damn who you meeting
Stealing my soul keeping me close
Tell me bae
Whatcha need
One up on your head just like JF Kennedy
7-2
69
Who checking
What's the time
What's the crime
Must've told my friends a hundred times
That I wanna make you mine
Everytime I see you I fold everytime
Ion know what to say
Ion got no spine
Expressing all my feelings in this lil rhyme
I'm tryna bag n that's fasho
Hit licks steal shit then praise the lord
That ass got my jaw right on the floor
Don't pick it up cause I want me sum more
Im going for A not M anymore
Thinking bout her makes my councoius sore
That was just something I couldnt ignore
Debating how to bag to the very core