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Mmh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh This shit ain't easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me? And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it's true, yeah Without me, wouldn't be no you, oh You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah You a city girl now, you wasn't like this at first, I ain't used to this If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain't usin' it? Yeah Broke bitch can't get a dollar, you ain't doin' shit (Yeah, uh) She wanna fuck on a nigga just for that check, mhm, yeah Won't get a dollar from me, better get my respect Oh, now I'm broke now 'cause I won't give you shit and I won't flex? Mhm, yeah You want a nigga drop a bag on your chest, mhm That shit a dub, could've got indicted for this here bag Now you callin' my phone, you need your nails did and your hair bad Talkin' 'bout you need some rent money, your check ain't clear yet, uh Bitch, get off my phone, I ain't tryna hear that Got a bag, now the hoes move faster She want dick, then you know I'ma tax her I got some like muscle relaxers I won't lie, don't do no cappin' Yungeen Ace, he say jo jacking I don't know what that mean But I think it mean that these hoes be flaggin', yeah, uh Songtexte This shit ain't easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me? And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it's true, yeah Without me, wouldn't be no you, oh You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah You a city girl now, you wasn't like this at first, I ain't used to this If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain't usin' it? Yeah Broke bitch can't get a dollar, you ain't doin' shit (Uh) That lil' ho think she Caresha My bitch a queen, Latifah Hoes wan' kick shit like FIFA I ain't tryna do that either She smoke indica, sativa And she think that a nigga believe her Give me pussy, then I won't need her, uh, yeah, uh Still the same nigga, just check, lil' baby, my bag big, yeah Came from the rags to the riches, don't know where the rags is My money clean now, and that ain't somethin' that a rag did Dirty money was cool 'cause that was somethin' that a bag did She can't fuck with a nigga like me Too much racks inside of my jeans Dope dick turn her into a fiend She was just tryna fuck with the team Stiff on a ho, say a nigga be mean You don't got shit that I need What the fuck could you do for me? This shit ain't easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me? And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it's true, yeah Without me, wouldn't be no you, oh You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah You a city girl now, you wasn't like this at first, I ain't used to this If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain't usin' it? Yeah Broke bitch can't get a dollar, you ain't doin' shit Aus Songtexte Mania