Uh, I tweaked out, it was way too late 'Bout time somebody set shit straight Pop-out every time, shit look great Bitch, don't call me, I hate your face Switched up on me, I'm fucked up bad But wouldn't catch me on my last, no way Get to December and clear your sched' We countin' a million in cash, no breaks Uh, are you ho's proud of the bed you make? Is it me or a product of what they tell you? Uh, are you ho's proud of the bed you sleep in? Like, is it me or a product of what they feed you? Hold on Why the fuck is there no one in front of me? Why would I beef? That's fried as shit I'll be on 10 when I get to that function Not speakin' to no one besides your bitch Shit gettin' closer and I'm still runnin' I'm tryna force it, but I just can't Still tryna laugh when this shit not funny Nothin' is normal, but that's okay I'm movin' slow, gettin' fast-ass money Ran out of hope, but the bag kept comin' You a abnormally sad-ass pussy You'd do the most for a like and a comment Just check my account, uh I'ma have to teach you how to count up Wonder how you doin' now without us I love you, but it's good that we apart, I guess Uh, I tweaked out, it was way too late 'Bout time somebody set shit straight Pop-out every time, shit look great Bitch, don't call me, I hate your face Switched up on me, I'm fucked up bad But wouldn't catch me on my last, no way Get to December and clear your sched' We countin' a million in cash, no breaks Uh, are you ho's proud of the bed you make? Is it me or a product of what they tell you? Uh, are you ho's proud of the bed you sleep in? Like, is it me or a product of what they feed you? Are you ho's proud of that shit? Is it me or a product of that shit? Oh, hell, they not, ah