Ps & Qs Video (MV)

I don't need you, gotta close that door, gotta watch my back, can't trust nobody
Move in silent, through the back, I'm with some shawty
I don't need to talk to you about money, yeah
All that talkin' loud, and acting funny

Gave her good dick, she was walkin' funny and leanin' over
Baby told me to quit the lean, she want me clean and sober
I'ma just stack my chips and change my whips, see pocket watchers
Just got a brand new bag, I had to upgrade my whole closet

Did this shit real easy, barely even use any muscle
The problem with y'all is you always lackin
The hustle
He talkin' way too crazy, that boy way outta place
When I go pull these racks out the duffel , just look at her face

They don't know my demons, wear my heart on my sleeve
Yeah, I got it at Neiman's, go designer my tee
They gon' know that I mean it
On my ones and my twos, on my Ps and my Qs
Won't give a f*ck about you, I'm enjoyin' my view she make my name a tattoo

I don't need you, gotta close that door, gotta watch my back, can't trust nobody
Move in silent, through the back, I'm with some shawty
I don't need to talk to you about money, yeah
All that talkin' loud, and acting funny

Look at they face, I can tell they pissed off
He move a lil' weight, now that goofy think that he Rick Ross
You can tell that I move n get paid, I bust down a wrist watch
Don't like how they moving that way,
You could get picked off
I like how she moving that thang
I'm throwing some bills on her back
Came in the function I'm smokin on pack
Ain't in to cuffin she rubbin my tats
Came here to f*ck her she gave me the cat
Said get me a towel, I dip out the back
I'm f*cking with paper ain't f*cking with rats
Stack up them bills and it's taller than shaq

They don't know my demons, wear my heart on my sleeve
Yeah, I got it at Neiman's, go designer my tee
They gon' know that I mean it
I'm my ones and my twos, I'm my Ps and my Qs
Won't give a f*ck about you, I'm enjoyin' my view
She make my name a tattoo

I don't need you, gotta close that door, gotta watch my back, can't trust nobody
Move in silent, through the back, I'm with some shawty
I don't need to talk to you about money, yeah
All that talkin' loud, and acting funny