Ye-e-eah wo-oah

Yeah-woah

Hey

Hey

Hey

You be telling me you love me but i don’t think that’s right

30,000 on my head, think they don’t want me alive

Matter of fact fuck my life, slit my wrist up with these Knifes

You be telling me you love me but i don’t think that’s right

30,000 on my head, think they don’t want me alive

Matter of fact fuck my life, slit my wrist up with these Knifes

Now you tell me you don’t love me, every single hoe is strife

I’ma runnaway, yeah

30 on my hip, you gonna die today

If you wanna feature then you gotta pay

Yeah yo main girl yeah she gimme brain

Yeah she gimme brain

She want all the fame

I'm dodging niggas they figure that they cannot maintain

The maserati the rari that they drift is so lame

And all these bitches with stitches they try to come my way

I'm getting the money I'm getting the cash

Let's hop in the bentley and skirt off real fast

I get what I want while I count up my guap and I wear Saint

Laurent and I dash like the flash

Do you love me? Can you tell me again?

Can you tell me we are more than just friends

For you I'll defend did you know what that meant and I promise I love you this will never end

All these bitches tryna act like they so fine

And all these niggas tryna act like they my slime

And all these rappers tryna act like they the best of all time

Yo get the fuck up off my dick y’all ain't my fucking kind

You be telling me you love me but i don’t think that’s right

30,000 on my head, think they don’t want me alive

Matter of fact fuck my life, slit my wrist up with these Knifes

Now you tell me you don’t love me, every single hoe is strife

Yeah

30 on my hip, you gonna die today

If you wanna feature then you gotta pay

Yeah yo main girl yeah she gimme brain