Yeah, you
You taught me not to love it
You taught me not to trust you
And I learned to stick to me, yeah
That money, that's a must, yeah
Too geeked, I can't even fuck you
And you just tryna get me in trouble
It's so clear what you been up to
And I ain't even try to burst your bubble
I'm in a condo, so high up, yeah
I pop one, tryna get high up, yeah
She hit the stash, she wanna get fly up, yeah
She needs some [?] just to earn my love
Rockin' Rick every time I'm in the club, yeah
I'm rockin' Rick, and this Ferragamo, yeah, I mix em up
And the bands, [?]
Bands, and I push up on it just to feel the rush
Hit her friend, yeah, sorry, babygirl, I was a slut
Yeah, I hit her friend, sorry, [?]
[?]
Imma leave you in the past, got a new hoe, yeah
I been countin' all my racks
I been throwin' money fast
I'm sippin' on some dirty, got me slow-mo
She want me hit her from the front, want me hit her from the back
If I call you back, I'm still cheatin', I don't know
Yeah, it's Japanese this, yeah, Italy that
Yeah, only foreign shit on my clothes
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