CLIENTELE. Video (MV)

I said why you always talking bout some things you can't afford?
Why you always hatin' on my blessings from the lord?
& like why you always panic when the camera on record
Boy I didn't move a muscle, you trash on your own accord
Air it out air out, if you got an issue with me let's air it out
I had to turn off location cause twitter would keep on exposing my whereabouts
You got a bag, you got a tag, you got some things I don't care about
How you be hatin' but you tryna get where I'm at? Runnin' circles to wear em out
It's no roof when I ride, stop all that chatting you killing the vibe
You want a verse then you paying fine, & send me the track you ain't getting on mine
It's fine, we out in Oakland wit a hybrid,
Whole crib full of money hidden in the hills take it if you find it
I'm worried bout paper, don't want issues wit my clientele
For recommendations here's the info to my clientele
I don't no send vocals cause you goofies like to buy and sell
& if I think you goofy you could never be my clientele
I said why you always talking bout some things you can't afford?
Why you always hatin' on my blessings from the lord?
& like why you always panic when the camera on record
Boy I didn't move a muscle, you trash on your own accord
I don't do local shows no more, don't hit me for the info
I'm tryna get this bag but money and love got me in a limbo
I got two phones for the invoice, I get my money akimbo
I'm with the gang, we ain't fittin you in, what you think we was playin Nintendo?
Honestly I understand cause I'm switchin' it,
I need a couple of dividends, they be like "where you been at?" I been killin' it
My body covered in diamonds, I'm shiverin', yours illegitimate
What you been talking about in your music I'm livin' it
I'm gettin paid to no limit & you steady payin' the difference
One day virgil hit my phone like "yo, i'm releasing a piece"
I'd put him on with like no hesitation, he prolly part of my family tree
Pull up on folks who told me I ain't stuntin', I'm choppin' the top and I leave 'em deceased
Five in the morning the sky lookin hazy, I can't take her home cause I can't even see
Or feel none, road keep messing my wheels up
On the phone wit new management old one kept messin' my deals up
I don't feel love, or I do but it ain't real love
In the stu wit my heels up, gettin' sick of folks steady tryna be us claiming they feel us
I'm worried bout paper, don't want issues wit my clientele
For recommendations here's the info to my clientele
I don't no send vocals cause you goofies like to buy and sell
& if I think you goofy you could never be my clientele
I said why you always talking bout some things you can't afford?
Why you always hatin' on my blessings from the lord?
& like why you always panic when the camera on record
Boy I didn't move a muscle, you trash on your own accord