You looking angry as f*ck
I'm doing my own thing, I'm ready to stunt
Imma just keep it real blunt
I f*cked on your crush, like maybe once
I don't really care too much about it
You say you getting cash, I highly doubt it
You with that girl, better not f*cking announce it
Lock inside the studio, like I was grounded
I've been locked inside
Working on music and making a vibe
You've been locked inside
Not doing shit, your cash not looking right
I ain't never outside
Trying to chase that million by tonight
You be always outside
Broke as f*ck, ain't got money for the ride
You ain't got nothing I want
You ain't got nothing I need
If it ain't bouts some money or some head
Imma go head on and leave
Grab my shit and go
Grab my shit and go
Back home
Where the money is
On my laptop
Launch up Google Chrome
Then launch FL
I'm making a vibe, it's sounding so swell
My room is my cell
But I'm making money, shut up, do not tell
Nobody else
Text up a shawty, hope she doing well
She responded saying "to go to hell"
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
You looking pissed
You looking pissed
Still hating on me, lil bitch
You looking pissed
You looking pissed
Still hating on me, lil bitch
You looking pissed
You looking pissed
Still hating on me, lil bitch
You looking pissed
You looking pissed
Still hating on me, lil bitch
You looking pissed
You looking pissed
Still hating on me, lil bitch
You looking pissed
You looking pissed
Still hating on me, lil bitch
You looking pissed
You looking pissed
Still hating on me, lil bitch
You looking pissed
You looking pissed
Still hating on me, lil bitch