You a whole con artist, way you made me believe
'Cause you know did me dirty but you still gotta leave
Fix your makeup now, don't wanna see any streaks
'Cause the next man can't find out you're fucking with me
Girl, that's a bad look, and I got twenty-twenty
You chase the bag girl, I think it's kinda funny
You such a bad girl, just love the fucking money
You got me mad, girl, you coulda done it for me
You coulda been the one, now that shit so hopeless
You on the run, get my mindset focused
Move around, make this shit so timeless
I'ma hold it down, soon as I find my bitch
Hey, you never liked me anyway
Don't wanna fight with you anyway
And now my friends are all gone
But that's alright, 'cause I'm getting paid
Fuck it, I'm done, swerve the Bentley truck
I ain't looking for a thing but shit keep coming up
Fuck it, I'm gone, bitch, I'm moving on
Hate to be the man, but your BFF just hit me up
Hit it from the back, said she want it to the beat
I ain't even wanna do it, I just didn't wanna feel
Sip the Henny by the liter faded in the backseat
And I swear I fucking hate it here, but baby this is real, you coulda
Been the one but that shit's all over
With any luck, I'ma never get sober
Money blue, like it's bruised all over
Friends stay close but your enemies closer
You never liked me anyway
Don't wanna fight with you anyway
And now my friends are all gone
But that's alright, 'cause I'm getting paid
