Music : Bryson Tiller/Christopher T. Justice
[Verse 1]
She could barely stand the sight of me
Still got her eye on me, oh
She like, "Who this bad lil' lightskin? Who this?"
[?] star friend, who this?
I don't even know who you knew do this, oh
You been through enough
Was else is there left for me to prove?
Huh, alreay put you through hell, mama
Thinkin' only 'bout myself, mama
Two or three times you done left, mama
Huh, you know how that felt, mama
No, 'cause I never left, mama
Least not financially, I stay with you
You say **** money, spend a Sunday with you
A Monday wth you
Every ****in' day with you
Whatever I do (Ooh), huh
[Verse 2]
I took the whole year out for you
Wipin' them crocodile tears out for you
Huh, tellin' my peers all for you
Duckin', I know we could use the money, but **** it
Tryna go back from bands to a bargain
Tryna go random [?]
I'm tryna go Chow and blow the whole budget
Tell me how I'ma do that with nothin'?
Matter fact, tell the fans why I went missin'
Somewhere with you, cut it up, kissin'
Watchin' these young niggas runnin' up millions
Never had money, know how I'm feelin'
Got a lot of folks that depend on me
If you had money, would you spend on me?
Or take that shit and run with it?
Take it and run
Leave me here with none
[Verse 3]
Say, break me off somethin', I'm down on funds
2018, we had too much fun
2019, we had too much fun
Fun, fun
We had fun, fun (Fun)
Oh yeah
Had fun (Fun)
And you [?]
Tears, you got tears in your eyes
Shit