Intro (The Notebook)
I ain’t sorry bout shit
If I did it
Ima stand on it
Bitch I get money
I get cut
Put a band on it
Treat a nigga
Like a bible
And Put a hand on em
But ain’t no use
You know his excuse
He had a fan moment
Lost my bitch
But it ain’t shit
I keep it player
Told Brooklyn
If I can’t love you now
I don’t wanna love later
You know me
It’s big chiz
The notebook
Keep some paper
Bitch broke my heart
And then I bossed up
I shoulda thanked her
Lost kanga
Lost suede
This shit feeling heavy
Niggas looking at me
Like I’m done
I’m just getting ready
I’m buss down
And quick to draw down
On anything sketchy
I’m cold on the mic
You niggas light
Fuck if you accept me
Ain’t tryna be yo friend
And shake yo hand
Nigga fuck you mean
Bitch I’m bout bread
Straight bread
Nothing in between
Don’t hear from my moms
Or my homies
I depend on lean
Bitch I’m gone be rich
As long as you breathe
And music stream
Join the team
We gone turn you up
Do yo homework
Bitch wanna fuck
Tuuh
Ima do this song first
Incriminating hisself
On the gram
Gone get his home searched
Just counted 150
To the face
Heaven on earth
Bitch I’m in control
Don’t need a soul
I got rich without you
They pay me
To come to they clubs
And stand on couches
Quick to squeeze
Make em leak
Like a fucking fountain
Valleys and peaks
From the streets
I done crossed the mountains