Petty Video (MV)

I don't have the time
Gotta keep that petty shit off my mind
Gotta keep that petty shit out of my way
Gotta keep that petty shit out of my face
Swear to God that petty shit I ain't got the time for it
Swear to God that petty shit I can't think of no rhyme for it
Swear to God that petty shit won't f*ck up my day
Swear to God that petty shit won't f*ck up my brain
I'm too G and I won't fold you can't get to me (Oh no)
I'm too G I won't fold you can't get to me (Woah woah)
I'm too G I'll never fold you won't get to me (Oh no)
I'm too G and I can't fold you can't get to me (Woah woah)
I'm too G I'll never fold
Yeah I'm too G and I won't fold on my soul (On me)
I'mma fix my teeth and get some golds (On G-O-D)
And I got a notebook full of goals (On G-O-D)
Shawty got a man and got ghost
Money over hoes that's how it goes
Shawty found a nigga and went ghost
I wasn't bout to cuff her no no no
Why? Cause I seen that petty shit before
Bitch tired of doing it by herself she need some help
She gon' lie to you and go and f*ck somebody else
That's the type of stress that be bad for my health
I seen it all and know I
Swear to God that petty shit I ain't got the time for it
Swear to God that petty shit I can't think of no rhyme for it
Swear to God that petty shit won't f*ck up my day
Swear to God that petty shit won't f*ck up my brain
I'm too G and I won't fold you can't get to me
I'm too G I won't fold you can't get to me
I'm too G I'll never fold you won't get to me
I'm too G and I can't fold you can't get to me
I'm too G I'll never fold
I remember when I used to serve Betty
Betty was cool, but Betty she was petty
She pulled up and I shorted her a point two
She pulled back up like "Boy, f*ck you!"
Made a scene, but I played it cool
Gave her some extra, like there you go boo
Few months later she pulled up on me again
On her birthday and she sucked a nigga dick
It was cool she ain't get no extra credit
After that I told the hoe I stopped selling
Them bitches turn twelve when them bitches petty
Them bitches turn twelve just like R. Kelly
Swear to God that petty shit I ain't got the time for it
Swear to God that petty shit I can't think of no rhyme for it
Swear to God that petty shit won't f*ck up my day
Swear to God that petty shit won't f*ck up my brain
I'm too G and I won't fold you can't get to me
I'm too G I won't fold you can't get to me
I'm too G I'll never fold you won't get to me
I'm too G and I can't fold you can't get to me
I'm too G I'll never fold