infidelity

Bankroll, ha-ha-ha! Can't even tell me who better I promise that just make it better for me And I don't even know what to tell her But maybe this shit just not working for me Baby I'm trying to get it together I been stressing, ain't nothing been working for me Man, I think I'm in love with the teller I know Bank of America searching for me But don't nobody know where I be But maybe it's best if I keep it like that 'cause the hoes that I keep, man, they just wanna creep Uh, remember way back when my brother had told me this shit even cheaper to keep her Man f*ck what he saying, I'm having this paper, it just might be cheaper to leave her She want me to post her but I'm having motion so I'm finna post and delete her Uh, if I really wanted a piece of that ho, I promise you that I could meet her I'm wit' Josh and Janea, you should already know what it is 'cause you barely gon' see me In the party and I'm tryna see 'bout whoever that is looking like a cheerleader But wait, that's yo' ho Say she down to go eat shrimp and steak, uh She on go Baby, can you come give me some face, uh 'Fore you go Got Skims all over the place, it's a mess I know But wait, that's yo' ho Say she down to go eat shrimp and steak, uh She on go Baby, can you come give me some face, uh 'Fore you go Got Skims all over the place, it's a mess I know If I tell you I love you, I mean it, you know that I love you lil' baby, fasho I been doing this scammin' shit for like two weeks and I'm mad as f*ck, they just locked up my bro I can pull out a ten or a twenty, it wouldn't even matter These niggas still think that I'm broke And I went got a Gen five, any nigga thinking I didn't slide, pull up one time and I blow I'ma shoot with my brother, I might as well bring him a fifty so he don't even gotta reload I be fucking these bitches, I don't even trip bout these hoes, you tripping, you breaking the code Bra walk shit, brodie been tryna up score I can't pop shit, but I been fucked on yo' hoe I'ma drop shit, I'on know nun' bout drop-shipping but I'ma still gone leave that bread at yo' door Been geeking for weeks, bro I don't even know What? That pain shit hurt yo' body, I'm lowkey tripping I been moving slow And I see my bro, he be toting a hundred but he walk shit down just like his name two-four I might go get a pack of the gumbo, prolly' get frontal, can't even think but I'm blowed And my young nigga tripping, he keep on asking for sauce like Quezo how you finna But wait, that's yo' ho Say she down to go eat shrimp and steak, uh She on go Baby, can you come give me some face, uh 'Fore you go Got Skims all over the place, it's a mess I know But wait, that's yo' ho Say she down to go eat shrimp and steak, uh She on go Baby, can you come give me some face, uh 'Fore you go Got Skims all over the place, it's a mess I know