I Can Tell Video (MV)

I can tell you f*ckin' with my foe
I can tell you f*ckin' with my foe
I can tell you f*ckin' with my foe
I can tell you f*ckin' with my foe
I can tell you f*ckin' with the flow
Let me see you drop it to the floor
It's a lot of money on the floor
You ain't throwin' ass then hit the door
We don't play to lose, we up the score
Spendin' money, start to feelin' like a chore
Had to use my savings, that shit hurt me to the core
She know if we go out shoppin, I brought 30 to the store
I just want the money, every season, nothin' more
I just want the money, every season, nothin' more
She just want some money, she gon' shake it for the four
Know she got a man, but way she move, I can't be sure
She said, don't forget to call me when you want it, I'll be sure
I came up, my pockets went from night to day like Al B. Sure!
Pockets deep so you can't see inside 'em pockets insecure
She get to the money, sellin' cookie, I don't interfere
Money long, I could fill a f*ckin' parking lot
Put a kit on top of my coupe it fill the parking spot
I smoke papers, baby, call me Mr. Spark-a-Lot
She get argumentative, so we don't talk a lot
I can tell you f*ckin' with my foe
I can tell you f*ckin' with my foe
I can tell you f*ckin' with my foe
I can tell you f*ckin' with my foe
I can tell you f*ckin' with the flow
Let me see you drop it to the floor
It's a lot of money on the floor
You ain't throwin' ass then hit the door
We don't play to lose, we up the score
Spendin' money, start to feelin' like a chore
Had to use my savings, that shit hurt me to the core
She know if we go out shoppin, I brought 30 to the store
She don't really love me, but I knew that from the go
She don't really love me, but I knew that from the go
Take an early flight, I need some ass before the show
Money in the freezer, pull it out and let it go
Call my baby oatmeal, turn her to a cream pie
Smokin' on that loud back, shit that get a fiend high
I like 1942, my bro just wanna lean high
Bro say it's a lick across the city, run my team by
Money long, I could fill a f*ckin' parking lot
Put a kit on top of my coupe it fill the parking spot
I smoke papers, baby, call me Mr. Spark-a-Lot
She get argumentative, so we don't talk a lot
I can tell you f*ckin' with my foe
I can tell you f*ckin' with my foe
I can tell you f*ckin' with my foe
I can tell you f*ckin' with my foe
I can tell you f*ckin' with the flow
Let me see you drop it to the floor
It's a lot of money on the floor
You ain't throwin' ass then hit the door
We don't play to lose, we up the score
Spendin' money, start to feelin' like a chore
Had to use my savings, that shit hurt me to the core
She know if we go out shoppin, I brought 30 to the store