I had it all from the kitchen
To the broads that you can put your dick in
Drivin' foreign cars and it dont got no ceiling
I been on the race, I hope I touch a million
They thought I was trippin', I just told them listen
Now them boys respect my vision
Momma raised me right so I respect my women
Out in Cali, tryna get away
Smokin' Dona and my windows barely tinted
And I been in a different mode,
I'm tired of f*ckin' different hoes
These niggas claim that they havin' paper
But that shit clearly shows
I been out the way, stackin' that pape
I been movin' different bow
Baby momma call my phone talkin' crazy
I ain't even with them hoes
I knew she was messy first time I seen her
She was walkin' pigeon toed
Tryna get my digit code
I had to go and get a different phone Like, bae, I know I did you wrong
But you can't see this
Cause if you see this, you'll be conceited
Your heart'll be bleedin'
Wish we could start it over
I'm never sober, I been mistreated
I'll look you in your eyes and tell you I love you,
Would you believe it?
I'm takin' different drugs to cope with this pain that I been receivin'
I been in different clubs
And pop different bottles, ain't have a reason
My life a different style, my shit every day
And they shit in seasons
I had the HEMI first
But I got some pape and turnt to a demon
I'm tryna feel her squirt
I'm f*ckin' her good and I feel her squeeze
I'm on Rodeo, tryna get me some grub
So I stop at Neiman with a bad bitch She rubbin' my back and she Puerto Rican
Need to go to church, been fightin' my demons
I need the deacon, oh lord
I had it all from the kitchen
To the broads that you can put your dick in
Drivin' foreign cars and it ain't got no ceilin' I been on a race, I hope I touch a million
They thought I was trippin', I just told them, listen
Now them boys respect my vision