Karma on me, reaper want me, want me Karma on me, reaper want me, reaper want me
Dead, uh, reaper want me dead Would you love me with no money
Would you love me broke, uh, would you love me tapped
Any other time you quick to forgive, found another nigga, you don't love be back now
Now you don't answer my phone no more, now you don't answer my text message
I feel dead inside, I need you to resurrect
Know I miss your body, realizing we sex lesser
F*cked on her, I know that's messy
But I can't change no shit, I did
You can't change no nigga, you freak
Deep thats how my feelings get
Put my feelings in a bottle, no one better not touch the lid
Better not post up with no nigga
You do that, you know you finish
Take my feelings and put them in a box
Let you live and you say I'm getting soft
I'm bleeding, tell me when to stop
Off lean, tell me when to stop
I'm sorry, ain't mean it
Just sorry, cause you got caught
Ain't believe me, you different
Shit real, if I bought you that Dior
Hit different, you pull up and you bought it
All this money ain't fitting in the wallet
Riding solo, the draco, riding shawty
Yo, daddy, sick that I put up in a uris
I'ma run up this money, that's regardless
These niggas trash, I'm just taking out the garbage
Act broke, I'm flogged, I touch
Ten thousand, ten times, my twin
Lil' Za, snuck thirty rounds in, I been at it all night
Get home, help me count it
Get home, help me count it
Karma on me, reaper on me
Reaper want me,
Reaper want me, dead
Would you love me with no money
Would you love me broke
Would you love me tapped