Fuck that small talk bitch
Make em run around
New advances I made on my own
I ain't new at that
I been chasing bags
While you chase the bitch blowing up my phone
Said they want no smoke but it's getting hazy
Gotta give em what they want
She said Jakey you ain't been yourself lately
Bitch it's ghost thought you knew I ain't the one
Give a fuck bout what they what
Fake Ones showing love
I seen it all before
Try to keep me on the ground
So they get through the door
Big bags I know why they hate me
I can't drop a dime on that bitch
I ain't Brady
In a DTS riding deep fuck a Mercedes
Steady watch my pockets cause they over inflating
New watch, new clothes
But you still got no cause
New watch, new clothes
But you still got no cause