Ho' just like her a bag, she don't want my heart He can act but he won't get cast, he don't play no part Yo' boyfriend warmin' the bench, he ain't ever gon' start I don't text back, don't need friends, I just need more dollars In a trance 'bout throwin' that white girl, all of the fans, they beggin' for me We did not come 'round here to fight y'all, we keep things for settling beef Every time I lose track, gotta write down: Buy more tees, it's better for me We gon' knock his motherfuckin' lights out, give him wings and set him free In LA I'm with Renz, boy, we love countin' money I made this bitch upset, I know this ho still love me It's getting to my head, I can't stop running from it I'm sipping muddy red, I can feel it in my stomach Where the fuck I'ma get 10 bands? Bitch, give me a day Only problem I got in my life is tryna decide which car I'ma take I put diamonds all over the watch, I can't even tell the time of the day I been smokin' on what-is-it-called Bitch, that is the smell that's following me Calling in shots, we'll find every one of his friends Can't talk, but I need it a lot, I can't get her out my head Keep talkin' and you’ll get wrecked, everyone in yo' gang in danger We gon' hit yo man wit TEC's, make that pussy ass boy need a trainer We gon' run right through yo' door, oh my God I'm sliding in that ghost, zero problems I say it and it goes, cannot stop it Ho' just like her a bag, she don't want my heart He can act but he won't get cast, he don't play no part Yo' boyfriend warmin' the bench, he ain't ever gon' start I don't text back, don't need friends, I just need more dollars In a trance 'bout throwin' that white girl, all of the fans, they beggin' for me We did not come 'round here to fight y'all, we keep things for settling beef Every time I lose track, gotta write down: Buy more tees, it's better for me We gon' knock his motherfuckin' lights out, give him wings and set him free