Pocket watchin', check the price, bitch, I'm the man, now
I done got it out the mud, Louis, hand me downs
I ain't come to play no games, I'm tryna slut you out
Know you got some tension, we can f*ck it out
It's no pressure, pretty lil' bitch, I'ma treat you special
Get to steppin, gotta act right, these my confessions
Niggas be lame, how he lost you, I know he stressin
Pick up the fumble, boy, I done learned off all his lessons
They say you lose him how you meet him, met her at the bank
Weight to the world on my shoulders, it be hard to thank
Got a habit of turnin' good girls into bad ones
Told her, throw away that rose, hop in this Rolls Royce
5% the tent, bae, they can't see us in here
Paid the driver extra, told him, mine is business
Round after round like I ain't had enough
Know just why they mad, cause I ain't lettin' up
Porsche wagon, I got options
Ten or better, I got options
These my confessions, too many options
These my confessions, I got too many options
Pocket watchin', check the price, bitch, I'm the man, now
I done got it out the mud, Louis, hand me downs
I ain't come to play no games, I'm tryna slut you out
Know you got some tension, we can f*ck it out
Its no pressure, pretty lil' bitch, I'ma treat you special
Get to stepping, gotta act right, these my confessions
Niggas be lame, how he lost you, I know he stressin
Pick up the fumble, boy, I done learned off all his lessons
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Pocket watchin', check the price, bitch, I'm the man, now
I done got it out the mud, Louis, hand me downs
I ain't come to play no games, I'm tryna slut you out
Know you got some tension, we can f*ck it out
It's no pressure, pretty lil' bitch, I'ma treat you special
Get to steppin, gotta act right, these my confessions
Niggas be lame, how he lost you, I know he stressin
Pick up the fumble, boy, I done learned off all his lessons
They say you lose him how you meet him, met her at the bank
Weight to the world on my shoulders, it be hard to thank
Got a habit of turnin' good girls into bad ones
Told her, throw away that rose, hop in this Rolls Royce
5% the tent, bae, they can't see us in here
Paid the driver extra, told him, mine is business
Round after round like I ain't had enough
Know just why they mad, cause I ain't lettin' up
Porsche wagon, I got options
Ten or better, I got options
These my confessions, too many options
These my confessions, I got too many options
Pocket watchin', check the price, bitch, I'm the man, now
I done got it out the mud, Louis, hand me downs
I ain't come to play no games, I'm tryna slut you out
Know you got some tension, we can f*ck it out
Its no pressure, pretty lil' bitch, I'ma treat you special
Get to stepping, gotta act right, these my confessions
Niggas be lame, how he lost you, I know he stressin
Pick up the fumble, boy, I done learned off all his lessons
I done got it out the mud, Louis, hand me downs
I ain't come to play no games, I'm tryna slut you out
Know you got some tension, we can f*ck it out
It's no pressure, pretty lil' bitch, I'ma treat you special
Get to steppin, gotta act right, these my confessions
Niggas be lame, how he lost you, I know he stressin
Pick up the fumble, boy, I done learned off all his lessons
They say you lose him how you meet him, met her at the bank
Weight to the world on my shoulders, it be hard to thank
Got a habit of turnin' good girls into bad ones
Told her, throw away that rose, hop in this Rolls Royce
5% the tent, bae, they can't see us in here
Paid the driver extra, told him, mine is business
Round after round like I ain't had enough
Know just why they mad, cause I ain't lettin' up
Porsche wagon, I got options
Ten or better, I got options
These my confessions, too many options
These my confessions, I got too many options
Pocket watchin', check the price, bitch, I'm the man, now
I done got it out the mud, Louis, hand me downs
I ain't come to play no games, I'm tryna slut you out
Know you got some tension, we can f*ck it out
Its no pressure, pretty lil' bitch, I'ma treat you special
Get to stepping, gotta act right, these my confessions
Niggas be lame, how he lost you, I know he stressin
Pick up the fumble, boy, I done learned off all his lessons
Writer: Staney Jean Louis
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