Chanel or Fendi

.. Maybe I was wrong bout you Got a nigga laid up writing songs bout you Like a principal I'm sending niggas home bout you You my lil yeah never tell you no if I got it Aye, Chanel or the fendi, shit what kind you want? Bae I got a surprise for you doe I'm buying you both You the one not the 2 bae, you ain't never lied I be fucking up i admit it but I'm trying Our lil break couldn't have came at a better time Bitches shooting shots to be in my starting 5 Look I said I ain't f*ck that bitch ok i lied My intentions was good doe for a nigga from the mob Couldn't afford no gifts but you was fine with my effort You cut me off for a minute I damn cried to the fellas But I was still fucking ______, i get around or whatever My mama told me baby focus on you and yo chedda Started off guessing What you into what you think is impressive Lexus or lectures Chopped and we screwed took flights out to Texas I was immature but I thought that shit was regular Shit went left and then we started moving separate chasing a woman I used to swear that I would never Started my business my thinking on another level I wasn't hearing none of the shit that you used to tell me Look I know another nigga in the picture crop him Seen him in yo comments wigging, block him Said we was done like time after time Shit I Thought it was for certain I caught like 6 bodies Putting in work it felt like a temp job, I was going through the blues I felt like ricch roddy I was in my bag not in my feelings I'm really toxic Im good at not giving a f*ck you gotta remind me Moved on, you came around we back vibing Half way invested to see if yo ass solid I ain't tripping on a bitch no mo I pack light But we started fucking without protection we got a problem FaceTime saying you was pregnant shocking I'm working at Ford shit I'm bouta quit college Man I gotta get dollars I still got a script rocking I ain't tryna get by im tryna be the best father I know Maybe I was wrong bout you Got a nigga laid up writing songs bout you Like a principal I'm sending niggas home bout you You my lil yeah never tell you no if I got it Aye, Chanel or the fendi, shit what kind you want? Bae I got a surprise for you doe I'm buying you both You the one not the 2 bae, you ain't never lied I be fucking up i admit it but I'm trying I feel like Lloyd you 5'2 fine too Run through my mind must i remind you We got some times that I'll rewind to I see some things that I was blind to Let's spend some time, decline that's fine too Say you working on yourself, hit me when you find you know you like it from the back, let me get behind you