[Intro: Rx Papi & DJ Holiday]
(All you goofy niggas go that way)
(Oh, 5StarChrome)
Damn
(Cash with trust)
(It's Holiday Season, bitch)
(It’s always that in the stands ‘round here)
(Holiday: The Rise Of The RainMan)
It’s the dawg
(My nigga Rx Papi got it fucked up out here)
(Holiday Season)
Damn
[Chorus: Rx Papi & DJ Holiday]
Put my trust in a goofy bitch then look what it got me (Damn) (Ain’t no coming back nigga) (Dawg Shit Records)
Hit the road and run some money up bitch I ain’t fucked up ho’ (Run that bag up)
I know it’s get some pap can’t let no ho’ fuck up the vision (Let’s do it) (Yeah) (The commission)
Lose some shit in life that mean you just wasn’t meant to have it (Stay down)
[Verse 1]
On a bad day bitch can’t fuck with me I’m out your fucking league
I pour your rent inside my cup two times a day I’m barley high
Wake up in the morning scratch my head like what car to drive
Bitch went left on on the plan tried to turn her up
Brody let it stick to the pan damn near burned it up
That nigga got scrip for his grams they told him burn it up
Rap money, street money it’s all the fucking same
Bitch act like she ‘want stay stuck in her feelings bitch I ain’t finna change
I hit the road I’m rubber banding lost it don’t know where my head went
Spark it then we talk to dead men block her number keep on callin’
I blocked the bitch you see me ballin’ to much this my third foreign
Shoot the tray don’t drop the ball I’m nothing you ever seen or saw
[Chorus]
Put my trust in a goofy bitch then look what it got me (Damn)
Hit the road and run some money up bitch I ain’t fucked up ho’
I know it’s get some pap can’t let no ho’ fuck up the vision (Let’s do it)
Lose some shit in life that mean you just wasn’t meant to have it (Stay down)
[Verse 2]
Project bitch panties wet
You wasn’t there but you had to be
She call her self getting mad at me
Spiteful bitch might drop a tip
I relocate it’s nothing to me
Bigger house behind the gate
Papi got all kind of pap
I’m the one make sure my mama straight
See me out bitch hide ya’ face
Drop the top then let it glide away
I’m him in the modern day
Pockets look like it’s a bomb on me
Slick talk, greasy mouth bitch you ain’t worth shit
I just drunk the first of your rent on my third sip
Salt can’t kill a player stupid bitch I’m from the trenches
Everything them niggas told me I couldn’t do same niggas could say I did it
Bitch you better mind your fuckin’ business
Hit the stove and beat the glass double park the foreign on the curb jump out and leave it runnin’ (This my shit)
[Chorus]
Put my trust in a goofy bitch then look what it got me (Damn)
Hit the road and run some money up bitch I ain’t fucked up ho’
I know it’s get some pap can’t let no ho’ fuck up the vision (Let’s do it)
Lose some shit in life that mean you just wasn’t meant to have it (Stay down)
[Verse 3]
Bitch praying on my downfall sleeping with a opp
Bitch best my nerves in I’m tryna beat her block
That nigga ain’t nun like me at all ion’ wanna meet ya’ pops
Used to serve nicks out the jar to stuff a sneaker box
They ain’t wan’ believe in me at all but I beat the odds
You can try that shit if you want you’ll be meeting god
[?] bitch can’t even cook food good funky bitch
Order wings from the soul food spot got a ten piece
Hungry ass bitch staring at me like “What you get me”
When it’s gon’ sink in ya’ head you don’t get me
You cool when my cup full I hate you when it’s empty
I hate a bitch that’s friendly bitch acting like you with me (Triflin bitch)
[Chorus]
Put my trust in a goofy bitch then look what it got me (Damn)
Hit the road and run some money up bitch I ain’t fucked up ho’
I know it’s get some pap can’t let no ho’ fuck up the vision (Let’s do it)
Lose some shit in life that mean you just wasn’t meant to have it (Stay down)