Wonderful

Yeah Ain't this great? Feels like yesterday Used be in love but now I'm married to the bank Pockets so damn thick they I'm getting overweight And I got so many gifts they call me Mr. Holiday Told these bitches that I'd give a call back And the last one probably waiting on her call back, yeah Dodging all my exes when I land in SFB So the GTR they got me came in all black On the, east side with a check so good 30 on the Birkin 'cause the sex so good Speaking on my name, know I wish a nigga would And a milli' on my head, know a nigga wish he could, aye She fell in love and want him to care Something the that's real for both of them even when he isn't there But babe you know, the fact that he's never gonna love ya And she won't accept nobody else with her love but the nigga right there Ain't this great? Feels like yesterday Used be in love but I'm now married to the pain Pockets so damn thick they I'm getting overweight And this nympho that I'm fucking fell in love before I came On the, east side wit a check so good 30 on the Birkin 'cause the sex so good Speaking on my name, know I wish a nigga would And a milli on my head, know a nigga wish he could And I got some bodies that runnin' some bodies that saying they love me but I couldn't care She want somebody that don't love her body but love everything about her but the mirror She like the parties that don't love nobody and that shit was prolly what's bringing her tears Can't be love in with no one, except for the nigga that's standing right here, uh No love for my hoes in trap No love for my hoes where I'm at No love for the foes with that 226 Fake friends with a SIG at my back Ain't this wonderful, ain't this great? Used be in love but now a nigga getting paid Heart broke pieces that she picking off the floor Baby know these streets are never fucking safe Ain't this great? Feels like yesterday Used be in love but I'm now married to the pain Pockets so damn thick they I'm getting overweight And this nympho that I'm fucking fell in love before I came On the, east side wit a check so good 30 on the Birkin 'cause the sex so good Speaking on my name, know I wish a nigga would And a milli on my head know, a nigga wish he could, aye