| Bitch you know that I’m a player |
| Fuck on this bitch then I lay up |
| Ecstasy make me stay up |
| Bitch tryna get in my paper |
| Sippin' on |
| , like a Laker |
| All of this money, yeah, that I got, I’ll be good if we break up |
| Pop in this bitch like a pill and my pockets be hench, tell that boy get his |
| cake up |
| Livi shoes and |
| soon as I walk in the room, I ain’t gotta say much |
| Brenda in the sky, still wondering why |
| Why she had to die, made me wanna die |
| Shit had make me cry, hold me for the night, tell me it’ll be alright |
| High in LAX, missed my flight |
| Off them drugs baby this my life |
| Too many bitches in one night, too many bitches broke my heart |
| Blame me up, my life’s so dull |
| Most of my nigga locked behind bars |
| Dissin' bars, poppin' bars |
| Kickin' broads out my car |
| Tryna fuck with me? You live too far |
| Wocked forever, 'till death do us 'part |
| I’ma run off if he sell me |
| You making me feel like I’m nothing |
| Everytime I see you out clubbing |
| All of this fuckin' money I’m touching |
| And you got the nerve to try to thug me |
| All of my bitches still want me |
| See me out and they be tryna hug me |
| Even tho you’re mad, you wanna fuck me |
| (When you depressed) You be spending all of my money |
| (Talkin' 'bout my ex) You ain’t her like it’s funny |
| Cut you off and get you back next morning |
| Pour up dirty fanta’s in the morning |
| I wake up, I think about some money |
| I ain’t mean that shit bae, I was horny |
| On another pint I’m scorin', snorin' |
| Even tho you’re mad, you wanna fuck me |
| (When you depressed) You be spending all of my money |
| (Talkin' 'bout my ex) You ain’t her like it’s funny |
| Cut you off and get you back next morning |
| Pour up dirty fanta’s in the morning |
| I wake up, I think about some money |
| I ain’t mean that shit bae, I was horny |
| On another pint I’m scorin', snorin' |