Yeah, the game might never change, these b**ches f**kin’ the money
Them drugs drownin’ my youngins, they only talkin’ ’bout murders
I’m pacin’ on through the house, I’m tryna find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made it myself, I need a fridge with the syrup
[Verse 1]
Was a shy kid, lately I been blinded by the lights
I’ll buy a b**ch, I just need some comfort for the night
I be high as sh*t, I thumb it once, I gotta thumb it twice
Shawty 5’6″ and super bad, I’m f**kin’ her for life
Let me pausе and cover all the bets bеfore I throw the dice
I finally ran into her ex and figured out I’m not her type
Man, I’m five G’s in, I’m just here to get a bite (Five Gs in)
She think she pressin’ beef with chick, but she don’t know I’m livin’ life
I did a feature for a fifty, ain’t do sh*t but buy a pint
I left my wallet at the crib, but ain’t forget to bring the ice (Wow)
International, sorry, fool, I’m not local (Mhm)
Say play the cards you’re dealt, so I treat this sh*t like poker (I treat this sh*t like poker)
I’m out in Atlanta right now, they treatin’ me like Billy Ocean
My first time seeing Ye was with my Uncle Carl Stoke
I took that lil’ b**ch body, and redid it like an old-school (Yeah)
I’m the prime example of a real nigga’s motion (I’m with real niggas)
Why you look surprised I went to get it like I told you?
Took a red ceiling, had to split it like I’m Moses
[Chorus]
Yeah, the game might never change, these b**ches f**kin’ the money
Them drugs drownin’ my youngins, they only talkin’ ’bout murders
I’m pacin’ on through the house, I’m tryna find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made it myself, I need a fridge with the syrup
[Verse 2]
Was a lover boy ’til this lil’ b**ch came and broke my heart
I got a hundred bad b**ches fightin’ for me, play your part
I’m in Louis V spazzin’, think I need a shopping cart
Hopped up out it, took a picture of it, like the way she arch
Mr. Thuggin’ Out The Corner Suite, I pay the smokin’ fee
It be hard to feel these niggas ’cause I’m not a wannabe
b**ch, you know your man want a feature, stop recordin’ me
I’m in Ace and Spades, put on a show, these hoes applaudin’ me
Money on my mind while countin’ up, sh*t, it be hard to sleep
Said I stressed her out, it’s hard to eat ’cause she can’t talk to me (DDot, you cold as a motherf**ker, on God)
[Chorus]
Yeah, the game might never change, these b**ches f**kin’ the money
Them drugs drownin’ my youngins, they only talkin’ ’bout murders
I’m pacin’ on through the house, I’m tryna find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made it myself, I need a fridge with the syrup