[Intro]

Yeah

[Chorus]

Just fucked this ho now she say I'm actin' different

I fuck ya, but I can't trust ya, know the difference

I'm for real tryna get the guap' to touch the ceiling

So I can afford to be in my feelings, yeah

And you told me on thing (What you say?)

You say you walk in this bitch with the racks out

That's enough to make a rich bitch pass out

After you fuck 'em then put 'em on the damn couch

Nigga walk around this bitch, feel like the man now

If you don't got bread, run it up, don't ask for a hand-outs

We was hot back then, bring the fan out, yeah

[Bridge]

Fuck it, bros fall out like fuck it, yeah

We was all gettin' money

We was all gettin' lucky, yeah

(Uh, uh)

(Uh, uh, uh)

[Verse]

It was BnB's like every weekend

Too much bitches in my face, about ten

She said "how you made them songs without no pen?"

I pray to god but its like everybody wait for me to sin

Yeah, bros fall out, like fuck it, but who let us fall off?

These hoes get fucked up, [?] shirt like they work at Walmart

Don't test me, the niggas call me Tony

Stark, you said I'm a dog so I bark

Got too much clips and its movin', I'll give you a part

Yeah, I don't give a fuck about this shit

I'ma go crazy on this bitch

Got a new Demon, a stick-shift

Now I need a new demon, bad bitch

Bitch too classy, and the bitch look lavish

[Chorus]

Just fucked this ho now she say I'm actin' different

I fuck ya, but I can't trust ya, know the difference

I'm for real tryna get the guap' to touch the ceiling

So I can afford to be in my feelings, yeah

And you told me on thing (What you say?)

You say you walk in this bitch with the racks out

That's enough to make a rich bitch pass out

After you fuck 'em then put 'em on the damn couch

Nigga walk around this bitch, feel like the man now

If you don't got bread, run it up, don't ask for a hand-outs

We was hot back then, bring the fan out, yeah