Sometimes

Yeah, and sometimes I ain't ina the mood for the hoe And sometimes I puff exotic till I'm gone My phone on DND cause the hoe won't leave me alone They can keep up with my speed, I'm in the lane of my own And sometimes I wonder why I'm so in love with the road Am I addicted to the hustle or the cheese Wonder why they talk like they know me I'm rich money so you can't relate Been fucking bad bitches, take them on the saxs date I ain't never had to backpage Meaning I ain't never paid for pussy Talking nasty and I like the way she looking She so classy but she shake it like a ratchet And sometimes I wonder am I addicted to the coochie or the throat I don't know but Ima vibe until the feeling gone Talking tough until we slide then that feeling gone And sometimes I pull out a chip and get my flex on And baby if you love me you'll bring me dough On my funkadelic this ain't rock and roll Baby trying to sell it, I ain't buying though She trying to show me that she love me, no she lying though Yeah, and sometimes I want my bitch ass fat like she stunna girl Gone make it clap, you know I like that I'm trying to watch her from the back while I pipe that Nigga claiming f*ck my bitch, I'm like which one I got variety I know BB out there mad, I'm talking spicy But you can ask, ain't a lot of niggas like me Confidence on the hunnid, get pussy don't excite me Shit regular, Rip Drakeo It ain't about the bag, don't hit my cellular Yeah 160 on the dash, almost crashed, I had to slow it down Get to suckin fast, I won't last, I'm like whoa now Beat the road up and came back with like 20 thousand Shit might be 30, all I know I'm getting bag Why you niggas hurting He tried to take notes but I don't think he learning Put all your trust in the hoe, that's concerning Ain't no love for a hoe, I'm rich money Ain't no love for a nigga, so he better not look funny I'm jumping out the presidential and I smell like an onion Yeah and sometimes I ain't ina mood for the hoe And sometimes I puff exotic until I'm gone My phone on DND cause the hoe won't leave me alone They can keep up with my speed, I'm in the lane on my own And sometimes, I wonder why I'm so in love with the road Am I addicted to the hustle or the cheese Wonder why they talk like they know me I'm rich money so they can't relate And sometimes, I rock exclusive denims with some names I don't know We don't even pay attention to that lame shit you on And sometimes, and sometimes, yeah