Last time you told me that you love me you was off the drugs It's always sorry after sorry girl that's not enough I had to go work on myself see now I'm counting up And I don't need you anymore now you like what the fuck It's always what you doing It's never how you doing And she don't like the new me She don't like how I'm moving She swear I'm always up to something But I swear I'm cooling This money really all I need I told her got her fuming Sorry strictly business Took out the trash Did dirty dishes I used to be down really bad Now I get down with some bad bitches Your dogs all bark no bite not widdit My dogs rip you apart real vicious Eat you up real quick like dinner She eat me up my kids my swimmers Ohhh Now you change your mind I told you what it is Just leave me lone unless you tryna swallow kids Can't even breathe this bitch won't even let me live Watch how I do stop talking bout the shit I did I need some space shorty get back I done moved on she don't get that Did some dumb shit I regret that But the shit that I said yeah I meant that Now I'm lit they wan hop on the wave But Imma be lit to the grave And I keep on just turning it up Geeked up but I'm not at a rave Last time you told me that you love me you was off the drugs It's always sorry after sorry girl that's not enough I had to go work on myself see now I'm counting up And I don't need you anymore now you like what the fuck It's always what you doing It's never how you doing And she don't like the new me She don't like how I'm moving She swear I'm always up to something But I swear I'm cooling This money really all I need I told her got her fuming Flow clean but you know I get dirty Fuck up the club like I took it to jersey Uh, My pockets brolic, burly I'm going hard bitch you know I go thirty He grilling me boy what is good with your mans You must be kidding me he get no bands Is you shitting me that boy a fan Know he not widdit that boy got no hands He get no bitches no plays and no money How he a yes man that shit be so funny My heart be so cold so I go where it's sunny Litter than who? Boy you a dummy Ain't shit sweet Step outside know I got good feets See that I'm always on good eats But you know me bitch I gotta gatekeep And I gotta put on for all my sons And I keep going would have thought I was done I just keep stacking up all my funds Gotta get to the bag then I really gotta run Gotta get to the breesh to the guala Need to get it faster told the money yalla Fuck you mean could have been always been a baller Stand on my money I get so much taller