[Verse 1]

I was just getting started in the rap game

Still had one foot remain in the drug game

I’m my own boss

Could a left this bitch like I came

Pump it like the pussy

To walk away would be insane

Lord bless me mane

I need to switch my life up

Put the weed and liquor down

Try to get wifed up

Austin Powers with these whores

My son’s now Mini Me's

Picked the wrong baby mama

Sleeping with the enemy

Real niggas scream fuck a bitch and mean that shit

Go to jail, get money

Nigga leave that bitch

You suppose to be one

Like the coke and the coke pan

Lady heroin can turn a boss to a broke man

Got to take control of these bitches like a bad habit

Dress her like a queen and she’ll still be a maggot

All these static and that drama you can miss me

Kiss me, naw, ain't no telling where your lips be

Or been, on been, [?]

Buy you a new purse

Bitch I ain't none a dem

(Naw I ain't none a dem

You heard)

Bitch I ain't none a dem

[Hook]

Should’ve paid your light bill

You bought a outfit

Need to get your mind right

Get off that dumb shit

Handle your priorities

Your priorities

Handle your priorities

Your priorities

Should’ve paid your light bill

You bought a outfit

Need to get your mind right

Get off that stupid shit

Handle priorities

Your priorities

Handle your priorities

Your priorities

[Verse 2]

Let me explain the deal

I can’t miss a meal

I know your pussy wet

'Cause you stay on pills

And you stay on liquor

And you stay on green

I ain't sleepin’ around snakes

I don’t stay on lean

Project focused bitch

Love when you suck my dick

Bands keep my dick erect so

Motherfuck a bitch

And you niggas catchin’ murder charges over hoes?

Y'all are some stupid motherfuckers

Case closed

Call me Hector

I’m about my pesos

Money first , bitch last

You can replace hoes

If the cheddar cheese like some Queso

You'd rather ride a [?] out then chase hoes

[Hook]

Should’ve paid your light bill

You bought an outfit

You need to get your mind right

Get off that stupid shit

Handle your priorities

Your priorities

Handle your priorities

Your priorities

Should’ve paid your light bill

You bought a outfit

Need to get your mind right

Get off that stupid shit

Handle priorities

Your priorities

Handle your priorities

Your priorities

[Verse 3]

When is income tax time

You bitches ballin' out

Forty five days later

You’d be calling down

To the man upstairs

Looking for a blessin'

Buy unnecessary shit

Get a Smith & Wesson

And blow your brains out

Bitches get out the way

Real niggas save their money for a rainy day

And make a play every chance that a nigga get

You fuck boys every chance [?] nigga shit

That bitch open ‘em legs every chance a nigga hittin'

And once I blow a blunt and blow a nut a nigga splittin'

Light bills still due

Kids gotta eat

Your sorry baby daddy

Only transportation feet

For still holding onto a pipe dream you is wrong

The fat lady ain't gonna come

She done already sung

(fa la la..fa la laa)

[Outro]

She’ll already sung baby, like real talk you gotta understand sumn

I mean, it’s cool for you to want some dick and yea he’ll fuck the shit out you

But bitch you gotta handle your priorities

Can’t be missing work

Cause you want to get a nut

What the fuck wrong you

[?] ass bichh