Ayy, guess what?
All this shit free, nigga
Look like a beauty-pagent contestant, her dude been havin' her stressin'
When you get through with class, the room's in your name at the Westin
I get bread, delicatessen, got a confession, got an obsession
Just give me thirty-six hundred seconds (One hour, then I'm outta there)
Yeah, Polo'd down, my underwear match my outerwear
Baby, you're so outta here, when I'm with you, I'm without a care
Yeah, but you the truth, they a lie, they tell you differently
Textin' me you missin' me, we make up once we disagree
And I think she'd agree it be the best, don't it?
And I ain't thinkin' 'bout her, you see why my ex want it?
This time last year, we was just homies
Few drinks, too lit to drive home, you know the rest, homie
And, and, and I'm on her and she want it
She say she never wanna forget this moment, my phone got a camera on it
Once access granted, I go HAM, then I stand up in it like I own it
But I don't, though
She piss me off, get on my nerves, but I can't leave her 'lone
You know the type to live in the club or on the telephone
Nothing she does'll make her famous, yeah, she hella known
When I'm goin' in, she yells, she never moans
Mi amor no more, it's old
You too fine to be layin' up in bed alone
Haha, I think I heard that on one of Drake songs
And then we reinvent sex to one of Trey songs
Or Kelly, she in the telly with nothin' on
A little bump and grind, I don't see nothin' wrong
They ask, "Will she stay once the money's gone?"
I say, "I'll probably be in a cage when the money's gone"
So we carry on, her purse match her carry-on
Fly shit, she want the world to be aware she on
Love Jones, she runnin' through my head, Marion
Say you'd have to pay her to wear Deréon
Damn, ain't that here perfect?
Went umbrella for the rain, the same shades and bag Chanel
Materialistic her middle name, yeah, you know her well
All of her favorite brands, they never go on sale
You think she makin' bands, just spendin' someone else's
Then when she's tapped him dry, it's onto someone else
Who I am to put an end to the cycle?
Let them continue to buy for you and just pretend that I do
I am just a gangster, baby, gentleman's IQ
With the strap in my lap, I know that middlemen die too
Illegitimate revenues, they seem to excite you
Say your spouse is a dealer, well, get him to buy too
And if he's plugged in, get him to slide through
You already cheatin', what's another lie or two?
Then she told him I was family, but this isn't true
Thinkin' a price drop might equal a trip or two
She told him I do good business and he listened too
Six months of back and forth and it was cool
Then things got a lil' sour when she finished school
He went through her phone graduation night, he been a fool
Told her he loved her every day and he meant it too
She had been down since he was stashin' in his tennis shoes
And he had just fronted me when I heard the news
She called and set the phone down, I heard verbal abuse
I hung up, texted them both, "We're through"
'Cause he gon' hold a grudge and she won't hold it down, so what's the use?
Yeah, we're through
He gon' hold a grudge, she won't hold it down, what's the use?
Lito
Lito
Ayy, guess what?
All this shit free, nigga
Ayy, guess, guess what I did, though?
Look, the bitch call me
I guess he went through her phone or something
She called me, you know, he
Put his hands on her and shit
I text both of 'em
"We're through"
Haha
Fuck 'em
