Lyrics

I never understood
Why people do the things they do
**** say the things they say
At the end of the day I just gotta get paid
Young **** addicted to retail
I can't help myself I'm in love with my swag
Walk in the store I need this one, that one and this
Fuck it clear the whole wall matter fact
Stupid hoe left for a skinny ****
Then he broke her heart
Here she come running back
I'll admit shawty has a mouth on her
Told her come over gimme some of that
Imma grimy **** if you cross me
Told her we could be friends knowing damn well that's cap
I don't got time to entertain hoes
Imma player, that's facts no cap in my rap
I really hate keeping a pole on me
But play wit ya bitch
Cause I'm not scared to clap
I really be choosing peace
Cause a **** can't make no money
If he under the map
I never understood why
Certain people really pray that I fall
I can remember a time
When I had they back and I held them down through it all
Now that I value my time
I don't stress over the bullshit at all
Focused on putting money in the vault
You not making no cash **** that's ya fault
I never understood why
Certain people really pray that I fall
I can remember a time
When I had they back and I held them down through it all
Now that I value my time
I don't stress over the bullshit at all
Focused on putting money in the vault
You not making no cash **** that's ya fault
Never been a selfish ****
But as of late I been moving for self
And ever since man my bank account got bigger
They say cabbage good for ya health
And if somebody tell you Big Ju not the shit
Don't trust that **** he smoke meth
Shout out my momma cause she raised a gentleman at heart
Still kick these hoes to the left
I can't bring no skeezer home to momma
All these hoes want is some dick and some drama
Rather be stacking up counting commas
From the Lost bitch we run up them numbers
We pull up in Suburbans, Navigators, Hummers
I'm posted up in the back and I wonder
Light a spliff up and wonder
Yea
I never understood why
Certain people really pray that I fall
I can remember a time
When I had they back and I held them down through it all
Now that I value my time
I don't stress over the bullshit at all
Focused on putting money in the vault
You not making no cash **** that's ya fault
Written by: Adam Austin, Chase Harrell
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