Saiah Woes - D.I.P Lyrics

Who got syrup in Houston
That's okay, I'll get my get back soon
Aye, I'll get my get back soon
That's okay, yeah, that's okay, I'll get my get back soon
That's okay, yeah, that's okay I'll get my get back soon
This a letter to my ex, I hope you drown in a pool
All my diamonds, they been wet, they probably even wetter than you
Don't get lost in the sauce
I show niggas I'ma leave the boss
I chase M's and I got what it cost
I ain't never been a nigga in Lacoste
At the Penthouse smoking through an ounce
I be hearing that you going through a drought
You love talk shit, spit it out
Matter of fact, put the money where your mouth at
You know what they doing on Snapchat, bitches selling pussy
I gave you off white, you can have that, I ain't even trippin'
Bitches always asking where the cash at, can't up hunnid
Aye, get out my face, with your begging ass, I can't give you nothing
Mr.Woes might be up to something
I hear some millions coming
I hear the bitch ass clapping
600 on a Fendi jacket
Get all my bust downs, then I'ma sleep like a baby, yeah
Bitch, I'm up now, you couldn't wait till a nigga was famous, aye
I'm in Hong Kong with ten bad bitches getting faded, yeah
That's okay, yeah, that's okay, I'll get my get back soon
That's okay, yeah, that's okay I'll get my get back soon
This a letter to my ex, I hope you drown in a pool