Cheap Tricks

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Like I'm Westside Muhfukka F*ck bitches, get money is my motto I need some sugar honey tea like I'm Lotto I be lusting for my ex, I ain't a model I do wrong like you do, burning charcoal If you don't get it, I made more similes about weed Maybe I am a fiend, two groups of insecure assholes Do not make a team, and try to take over the world should not be a dream Trump done shot off y'all ears, how ironic People that be so endearing be moronic They fool you dumbass niggas, and claiming that they honest Down to earth my ass, y'all niggas high as the moon You smoking some shit to be with ex-cons at noon Weed's my angel dust, and alcohol's my water This fucking country ain't getting any fucking farther There's too much hate, no understanding between parties Straight disrespect to our rights, life finna get way harder Go ahead and press that button You ain't shit, you ain't doing nothing Catch your ass getting mama's stuffing You can't find me, I got like 20 cousins F*ck bitches, get money is my motto I need some sugar honey tea like I'm Lotto I be lusting for my ex, I ain't a model I do wrong like you do, burning charcoal She be so endearing, but she really hunting Looking for a rich man to come and stuff her muffin Rich ass niggas finna get caught up And every month have to pay her like $one,200 How can you fall for dumb cheap tricks It's obvious to me, I can see this We like interracial shit, Betty Crocker mix If they was on the cliff, he'd jump and take the risk Don't be calling me out like this shit's on me Y'all better go to the problem and get to begging on your knees Hope they accept or just get left on read Them cheap tricks really got y'all stuck in y'all heads Damn, the hood using more narcotics to keep niggas trapped I'm not the first to talk about it But the last man that died is a result from the shit Hit too close to my safe zone, my people at home Feeling like J. Cole on Port Antonio Might need a place to go from this crazy hell hole People think I'm caring about moving and being broke But I'd rather have my life than be a slave in someone else's This shit's not a joke, stop acting like you're woke Cause if you were awake, you wouldn't constantly get slept Like I said, I ain't no model, I threw myself into debt I never bet on a man who never went through the steps Never looked down in the depths, with the money he crept Acting like he God and he blessed, he making a mess Y'all think y'all home alone and they're Harry and Marv They actually Kevin, they are the real ones in charge They're everywhere, they own the stores Buying some whores and making niggas do chores Y'all think y'all really fucking bored I'm jumping off that new slave ship, Kin I wanna be a rap savior, I'm underrated till then F*ck bitches, get money is my motto I need some sugar, honey, tea like I'm Lotto I be lusting for my ex, I ain't a model I do wrong like you do, burning charcoal