I'm so sick and tired of worrying about rent I need the bag pockets filled with lint Dirty ho's bad looking like Flint I cannot act bitch I'm not Clint Walk out the house smelling like mint These niggas lame shout out Clark Kent These niggas lame really what I meant These niggas stain shall I repent Thank you God for this new tint Now I got a house to put the coupe in Maison Margiela what I hoop in Jodeci flow put the hoop in You saving these ho's finna swoop in This new CT costs $210, 000 You can't keep up how much I spend Kapital draws cost be a band Heard your bitch text me again As soon as you left that shit send Close my eyes before I get in Spent me too much on this Benz I don't even got no close friends Back in the days playing dead end Remember them days had torn pants Remember my brother used to keep cans Traded them in trying to get bands I remember he came in with his mans And they both started throwing up hands And I ain't even know what that meant But I had to look down and keep playing And act like I didn't see shit Ever since that day I wouldn't snitch I wouldn't talk shit like no little bitch The shit I said just be a little slick And they used to say I talk too quick And that's how I talk my little shit