Lyrics
Baby u ain't gotta hit the stores u can roll wit me
Baby u ain't gotta hit the u can roll wit me
Yeah
You ain't gotta bring yo purse if u come roll wit me
I'm like do you got yo Ls you can drive hit the road wit me
Grind set a goal wit me
Bitch said her rent was due I gave her four giftys
Scamming in ma denim tears jacket cost 450
I'm grinding getting rich or dyin tryin like the old 50
You can do whatever to me hoe jus don't kiss me
I been put up wit ma bitch I think the hoes miss me
Probably sent a text but I don't check my Otha phone really
But it's on still
It show a email when he text that **** need to pay his phone bill
Had a three some wit my favorite hoes they get along still
Her last **** broke he need a loan still
My baby mama she said I'm wrong still
Turned my feelings off some shit I don't feel
A lot of shit be different you can't put me out ma own crib
The feds kicked the door but I'm at home still
Bitch I ah cut you before you have me stressin
Save them big ass paragraphs when u be textin
Dawg ain't got a place to stay but he then bought a necklace
If I wake up wit this shit up in the rental we ain't getting breakfast
If I'm eating and it's green then I'm gettin seconds
Cutty said it's goin in the back well then we getting presents
Boy yo juggs ain't never working get a different method
Bitch the only way u getting in this crib is if u getting naked
Whip it out and shoot it on her face bitch you ain't getting pregnant
I won't press you bout that pussy know u used to **** acting desperate
Bae jus be there when I need you don't be acting selfish
Bae jus be there when I need you don't be acting different
You know I'm only there for a lil minute when I stop and visit
We gone do what we be doing after that I'm dippin
I know you got a couple other **** don't get in yo feelings
I'm like a phone call away
If you tryna put that pussy on me you can call today
When I say it's fuck you it ain't shit that you can call and say
You ain't gotta bring yo purse if you come roll wit me
I'm like do you got Ls you can drive hit the road wit me
Grind set a goal wit me
Bitch said her rent was due I gave her four giftys
Scamming in my denim tears jacket cost 450
I'm grinding getting rich or dying trying like the old 50
You can do whatever to me hoe jus don't kiss me
I been put up wit ma bitch I think the
Written by: Tyquan Keon Hinkle
