Mood

(1st Verse) I just be stating the facts. You should just chill and relax. Exes be hitting my phone. I don't be calling them back. Money is on the incline. I'm praising God for that. Everyone hitting my line, trying to get'em some tracks. Amigo I'm wanting the stacks. I'm talking them Franklins and Jacksons. Tell my girl point to the map. First class to wherever we at. Keep it real, that's wherever we at. Ain't to fond with that battling back. But reload the clip go spat. Rats want cheese so that talking that trap. They be talking that trap, knowing they don't have no kilos. Rappers be talking about the women they got knowing they down on that D-low. It's all true, all true. You know I go nuts out when you all blue. Styling like Hov on you bros, you niggas all blue. (2nd Verse) Is that your girl, go head. No that's what they call her, Go Head. She be bending it over like her nose red. And that's who you let spend the night in yo bed. I know, I know, yeah we've all been there. When you kick it with these hoes man you bond to get snared. Caught up and brought up all these affairs. Niggas in them guts when your not there. Hit you with the switch up like""your not here. And I need me a man that's gonna be right here. Make it rain when the skies ain't clear. Popping tags and get my nails all did. You dirt bag and I don't want you you here."" Now at the store with a teddy bear. Her favorite candy and a messed head. Praying to God that she forgives. And all of that was straight game. You was a lion now she got you tamed. Feeling stuck with a tattoo, some dude baby, and a wedding ring. I know the truth hurts, but you might as well get out what you're worth. You forcing the act like it's Bullworth, Ain't really worth what the bull's worth.