Lyricist : Summrs/Romello Robinson

Composer : Summrs/Romello Robinson

B***h you know that I'm a player

**** on this b***h then I lay up

Ecstasy make me stay up

B***h tryna get in my paper

Sippin' on yel' like a Laker

A lil' hesi' move, yeah, I faked ya'

All of this money, yeah, that I got, I'll be good if we break up

Pop in this b***h like a pill and my pockets be heavy

Tell that boy get his cake up

Livi shoes and [?] soon as I walk in the room

I ain't gotta say much

Brenda in the sky, still wondering why

Why she had to die, made me wanna die

Shit had made me cry, hold me for the night, tell me it'll be alright

High in LAX, missed my flight

Love them drugs baby, this my life

Too many b*****s in one night, too many b*****s broke my heart

Blame me up, my life’s so dull

Most of my n***a locked behind bars

Dissin' bars, poppin' bars

Kickin' broads out my car

Come to **** with me, you live too far

Wock forever, 'til death do us 'part

I'ma run off if he sell me par

Made me damage off of Xanax bars

You making me feel like I'm nothing

Everytime I see you out clubbing

All of this ****in' money I'm touching

And you got the nerve to try to thug me?

All of my b*****s still want me

See me out and they be tryna hug me

Even though you know you wanna **** me

(When you depressed)

You depending on my money

(Talkin' 'bout my ex)

You ain’t her like it's funny

Cut you off and get you back next morning

Pour up dirty Fanta's in the morning

I wake up, I think about some money

I ain't mean to cheat bae, I was horny

On another pint I'm scorin', snorin'

Even though you know you wanna **** me

(When you depressed)

You depending on my money

(Talkin' 'bout my ex)

You ain’t her like it's funny

Cut you off and get you back next morning

Pour up dirty Fanta's in the morning

I wake up, I think about some money

I ain't mean to cheat bae, I was horny

On another pint I'm scorin', snorin'