Company

How you gon' talk with no money on you? I'ma need a check every time I come through Name another boy that's gon' lay it on you? Tell your friends to wait outside cause I don't want no company, company I don't want this shit to get ugly No, I don't need no company, company I don't want this shit to get ugly She got it all confused cause I'm sweet when we meet You'll probably fall in love by the end of the week You came in with your friends, but you coming home with me You gon' leave my room either blessed or deceased She done traded in a purse for a body bag Independent woman with a lot of cash A lot of ass, as a matter of fact She says we've been gone too long, where the rappin' at? I said I do what I want, so shut the f*ck up They said the drugs gon' kill me, I kept pushing my luck I can make a fun song about not feeling stuck But don't get this fucked up cause I'm still fucked up I'm in the dark, I'm feeling cursed But the cigarettes help my hurt I would never know my worth But f*ck, I guess I'm making matters worse so tell me this How you gon' talk with no money on you? I'ma need a check every time I come through Name another boy that's gon' lay it on you? Tell your friends to wait outside cause I don't want no company, company I don't want this shit to get ugly No, I don't need no company, company I don't want this shit to get ugly We roll up, we spinning corners In it ten years, I don't need no pointers The older I get, the more my thoughts get sadder Making money off pain so my whip gets faster Used to stress about a dollar till I made one I don't like to talk about my A-1's I don't trust them and they don't trust me I'ma need a gold grill so my talk ain't cheap How you gon' talk with no money on you? I'ma need a check every time I come through Name another boy that's gon' lay it on you? Tell your friends to wait outside cause I don't want no company, company I don't want this shit to get ugly No, I don't need no company, company I don't want this shit to get ugly We roll up, we spinning corners In it ten years, I don't need no pointers The older I get, the more my thoughts get sadder Making money off pain so my whip gets faster Used to stress about a dollar till I made one I don't like to talk about my A-1's I don't trust them and they don't trust me I'ma need a gold grill so my talk ain't cheap