Did Wrong

I ain't gotta lie bout it Probably count a hunnit racks in a wide body And I never been one to crash out But if it's bout you imma slide bout it Hope you don't make me regret it I sent a text you ain't gettin my message I'm in the hills I ain't got no connection I hit it once now you in my collection Cartier shit she get wet off my presense Baby you know I'm him stop flexin' Don't ask for much but just gimmie some credit It be so hard doin this shit the right way This shit can f*ck up your head if you let it I never said I was perfect I did wrong But that don't explain what you did We used to kick it back when we was kids Then we grew up now it's pints in the fridge Lifestyle too wild too toxic Can't keep up wit' the way that I live Hate the fact that they watchin' my pockets We got new xd's and a crib Ain't changed this shit not new Lil bro walked in wit a bag full of blues And shawty got a man but the bitch still choosin' If I was you I wouldn't know what to do Bought louie V and chanelly margielly margielly bought prada my bitch and my shoe Might get that bag give some racks to my crew I keep it silent I call up my troops Said that you love me but I need to see that If I wasn't Cartier where would you be at Shawty said she wanna f*ck in a mansion And take a trip to where the beach at Tes' drive itself I'm just puttin' my seat back I'm in yo city tell me where the weed at Keep switchin cities you probably catch me where the breeze at Went MIA where the heat at I just hope that the plug don't tax I been ballin bitch look at the stats I can't wait for the day I'm kicked back in a mansion that's when I can finally relax I still remember way back when lil Kiesha would curve me now I turned that bitch to a brat And naw I ain't done turnin up that's that By the way I been ballin I need me a plaque Speak on my name I won't ever react I ain't gotta lie bout it Probably count a hunnit racks in a wide body And I never been one to crash out But if it's bout you imma slide bout it Hope you don't make me regret it I sent a text you ain't gettin my message I'm in the hills I ain't got no connection I hit it once now you in my collection Cartier shit she get wet off my presense Baby you know I'm him stop flexin' Don't ask for much but just gimmie some credit It be so hard doin this shit the right way This shit can f*ck up your head if you let it I never said I was perfect I did wrong But that don't explain what you did We used to kick it back when we was kids Then we grew up now it's pints in the fridge