Tell them hoes if they hated I won't forget it
I'm gone shoot for stars and I hopefully get to heaven
U gone route for me honey, n yo nigga gone give me credit
Its gone all pay off and I promise I won't regret it
I ain't wanna do it
But I finna do it
Dis bitch act like she ain't well dat bihh shoulda knew it
She say she always f*ck wit lames
I put some pimpin to it
N anything i tell her now I bet she finna do it
N dez niggaz aint hustling these niggas part time
Aint even stacking the paper back for the hard times
Dez niggaz singing in pitches to dodge the hard times
I do my dirt by my lonesome that dope was all mine
I do my thing ion give a f*ck what you call it
Ima keep on going til all of my people ballin
Ima keep on pouring make me feel like a alcoholic
Ima piss on the bitch they be saying I'm Mac n Mallin
I wont regret it
I promise I won't regret it
Ima shoot to this money like I drive for the paramedics
I aint tryna be hard I just hope that you get the message
Don't let these f*ck niggaz f*ck up yo blessings
Out here bummy wit a pocket full of money
You go for me honey n can't no nigga take you from me now
See I aint finna argue wit you shorty
Just tell me that u down n that you always gone support me
I prolly give that bitch a ring like n our 40s
If im still f*cking then I guess that pussy prolly for me
Mask on
I'm taking the mask off
I been styling on these niggaz I'm dripping out mad sauce
See I was low for a min
I'm coming back now
So the rest of your niggaz can hit the background
I started off selling Reggie
I got that pack now
See I dun flipped them few hundreds I'm getting racks now
But God-Lee
You gone have to pardon me
I aint into making up you have to call me
Tell me whats the play
Aint no need to stall me
I ran it up on the plug, they salty...