Tayway - Mr.Krabs Lyrics

I'm sick and tired of these pump Faking weird niggas I'm tired of these Bitches lying like they
Beneficial They ask me what's my Bitch name, no that's
Classified I ain't hide my bitch from You, I hide you
From my bitch He say he want some PT, he better on the

Bench I'm out in New York going crazy Like I'm Jeremy
Lin Caught me leaning off the drink Like I'm down
Ah leg Told her pull up on me, baby, I'll be off
At ten It ain't shit to spin that block, Riding

Maybach Benz Yeah, I know I f*cked Her once, I'm trying
To f*ck again I'm trying to double Back
Yeah, I'm deep up in that field, but I Ain't no running back
You can't get no money out me, I feel Like Mr. Krabs

30 on my lap, I bet this Glock spazz F*cked her in the whip, I'm playing Smooth jazz
Marni on my feet, but I ain't paying For the sneaks
Gucci on the belt, but I'm rocking Louis V You paying for the pussy, but She gon' f*ck
On me Grown man money, little boy
Ain't nothing

Cheap I'm catching dub after dub like I play for
The Chiefs I'm sick and tired of these Pump faking
Weird niggas I'm tired of these Bitches lying like they
Beneficial They ask me, what's my bitch name

Nah, that's classified I ain't hide my Bitch from you, I hide you
From my bitch He say he want some PT, he better on the
Bench I'm out New York going crazy Like I'm Jeremy
Lin Caught me leaning off the drink Like I'm down

Ah leg Told her pull up on me, baby, I'll be off at ten