You're Lost

Know I had to tell my girl

This ain't that

Whoa, I don't want you back

Yeah, I'm just countin' racks

Yeah, the money won't bring her back (It won't)

Yeah

And I just want her back, yeah

Want her back (I want her back)

Yeah, say you made your money backflip, you lyin'

Skrrt, skrrt, big Lambo, now I'm drivin'

Yeah, give her the D, yeah, she fight it

Yeah, she turn around and she like it

Whoa, slide on it, ride on it

Yeah, turn around, girl, bite on it

Yeah, diamond chain, you can shine a light on it

What, I hit you girl, yeah, it's tight, homie

What, I'm so fly, you fly a kite on me

Stand on my money, you got some height on me

Yeah, no that is not my homie

Yeah, I said no that is not my homie

I was in Miami with my old homies

Fucked on your girl when she got lonely

Skrrt, skrrt

Yeah, my car, it go skrrt, skrrt, sheesh

Might fuck around and buy a new one

Cowboy status, walk with two guns, yeah

Wait, hold up

Diamonds all on my teeth, feeling sunny

I'ma walk through the game till I run it

I just left out the bank with a hunnid, yeah

I know she was with you some time ago

She left you 'cause, um, boy so broke

Boy, you a joke, boy, you a hoax, she got with a boss 'cause, boy, you a ho

Yeah, he ain't got no money

I swear that that boy be doin' the most

He say he gon' give me touch

Tryna put on a show

Talkin' that he gotta go

Thirty K, that's for the low

And everybody, be quiet

Yeah, gotta keep the blinds closed

Who that knocking at my door?

Runnin' out the back door

St. Laurent cost a Yeezy

'Member life wasn't easy

'Member girls didn't need me

Now they begging just to meet me

Bad girl from Waikiki

And she wetter than a squeegee

Long legs just like Dee Dee

Lil' **** just like Dexter

But you know that I'ma flex

And you know I'ma finesse

Young **** gettin' money

Girl, are you up?

I was in Miami with my old homies

Fucked on your girl when she got lonely