I can tell that you're hurt by the vibe you give

Get money, that's the vibe I live

It's just me all alone again

Yeah, I know it gets better, it gets better

Better, it's better, it gets better, ah

Me and my gang, we on top and you know that we drink on the go

Yeah, I'm in the scat, the S-R-T, you know I'ma roll

Yeah, diamonds, they froze

Yeah, this world's so cold

Yeah, she's hurt, I know

Yeah, and they're doin' the most

And I only go up and you know I'ma grow

And he thought he was real, but you know he a hoax

I got diamonds on me, drippin' head to toe

You better not tell, yeah, stick to the code

Had to cut him off, yeah, I know you my bro

But you gonna give your love to a hoe

I can tell that you're hurt by the vibe you give

Get money, that's the vibe I live

It's just me all alone again

Yeah, I know it gets better, it gets better

Better, it's better, it gets better, ah

I can tell that you're hurt by the vibe you give

Get money, that's the vibe I live

It's just me all alone again

Yeah, I know it gets better, it gets better

Better, it's better, it gets better, ah

But I'm really just tryna pay up

I'm a son of a gun, I'm really just tryna live up

So why do you not trust me, man? I'm gonna pay up

I told you, gotta trust the gang And we livin' it up

You know I won't sell my soul To God, I'm building it up

Don't tell me how to play my role I told you, I'm building it up

Woah, I'm gonna live my life to the fullest

Woah, hold off on the watch, I ain't no tourist

Baby, where'd you go?

Left me all alone

Tryna figure my way home

Stuck inside this hole

Never fall in love

You're just slowly, you're just slow

But I want you bad, baby, want you bad, baby

Can you stay with me

Can you say something

I'm all alone, it's stuck in my head

It's cycles of endless, I'm ready to be dead

I'm not alone, don't you never forget

God got my back, never all alone again

I can tell that you hate, but I can't love again

I commit too many sins

Could've been more than friends

Could've been more than this

Could've been more than that

You said that you love me, but you stabbed me in the back

No, she wanna fuck, I know

No, she wanna love, I know

I can't trust me and other hoes

Too busy, can't money, can't do

And I lay that money all on the floor

Too many blues, too many hoes

I can't choose too many hoes

I can't choose too many woes

Yeah, they can be suckin'

Thinkin' I'm talkin' again when we walkin

Too much muhfuckin' gas on me, callin'

Too much muhfuckin' gas on me, barkin

Too much muhfuckin' cash, yeah

I'm bossin'

Got too much in the bag, like I'm flyin

Got too much in the bag, like I'm washin'

Put that boy with his dad in the car

Put that boy with his dad in the car