Can't see em coming down my eyes I got it... Ugh You can't see em coming down my eyes but if you could you wouldn't see em at all Cuz' I can't cry bout a bitch Bought Versace, bought you diamonds and shit Still insecure you still whining and shit A hundred one kisses they gon' love you til they stop You could get that bitch designer she'll be Gucci til she not Ain't tryna get attached to her, fuck on that cat and than give it back to her Pillow talk to new guy bout the last nigga And that new nigga gon' turn into the last nigga Ain't a therapist could correlate to how her dad did her Shit I could be wrong I just be making observations We gon' treat it like a party til you fuck up the occasion Paid driver show you foreign shit my steak was medium think you ordered fish Natural look but get on ya Sephora shit You think it's the money I could promise you this aura shit Another shot, fuck it I'll drink but you gotta pour the shit Pictures with my chain to show other bitches you got me Not because you honor to me, to show em that you conquered me And honestly if that's ya reason for it that shit odd to me No reward for staying past go this ain't monopoly (at all) I hate to watch you go, but I love to watch you leave Baddies we fuck in two's, perk pills get popped in threes I think you badder than the last bitch just as annoying Enjoy the moment think I learned that Michael B. Jordan That future that we talked about that shits the past now Mommy said my daddy barely cared I think it passed down Sad how, ion get depressed unless the cash down Starlets throwing paper across the room like a class clown Tell the door man to call up My future prolly somewhere tryna make it work at Starbucks Or balance her nursing school, and her problems and her hard luck Or working out and burning sage, cleansing that so called love Wherever you at I hope you good baby, all love All hugs, missed the summer maybe I'll get fall love Who I'm tryna kid wit, I'm scared of the feds and a pretty thick bitch No escape the bathroom had traces of ya lipstick You left ya crocs and that light ring you take pics with Guess you tryna say you only needed what you dipped with Purposely left it to never mind you on some kid shit Some mistakes a nigga gotta live wit Like knowing you more loyal than some members I done slid with Naked in ya house you let me [?] In ya fridge shit Secrets get buried, how many times I help you dig shit Fucking nigga's girl got me paranoid like you did shit You can't see em coming down my eyes but if you could you wouldn't see em at all Cuz' I can't cry bout a bitch Bought you Gucci, bought you diamonds and shit Still insecure you still whining and shit You can't see em coming down my eyes but if you could you wouldn't see em at all Cuz' I can't cry bout a bitch Bought you Louie, bought you diamonds and shit Still insecure you still whining and shit