Bape

Pourin' juice, wearin' Bape

Money and I'm feelin' out of place

You're the only one to

Meech

I don't really give a fuck about who with me and who ain't

I put my feelings down, ain't no feelings in the bank

I'm thinkin' that it's too soon to ask if she had Chase

Ay, I'm pourin' juice, wearin' Bape

If I can't make no money then I'm feelin' out of place

You was never with me, I was waitin' on you to change

****, if you broke you the only one to blame

Playin' with my money, that'll make me go insane

I'm goin' crazy, I run up Percocets but they can't save me

**** say they love me but I got vibes that they shady

I never, ever, ever let you lame bitches play me

Bitches all in my DM with them eyes and them faces

This shit crazy, I just want some head but she naked

These **** cool with bein' broke, I swear I couldn't take it

Boy, these runs don't stop, ain't no back to the basics

Every time my package hit the air it's gon' make it

I smell like Givenchy off Hibachi, you got Wendy's

I be wantin' the money and it tell me, "Come and get me"

I remember I was down to my last, it was sickenin'

I charge a arm and leg for a verse 'cause I'm gifted

Smilin' ear to ear 'cause I checked and they shipped it

She wanna make some cheese, I tell lil' baby, "Come and get it"

Make a bitch work these cards till her fuckin' nails liftin'

If it's hot I make a knot and I'm scorchin' how I'm livin'

I don't really give a fuck about who with me and who ain't

I put my feelings down, ain't no feelings in the bank

I'm thinkin' that it's too soon to ask if she had Chase

Ay, I'm pourin' juice, wearin' Bape

If I can't make no money then I'm feelin' out of place

You was never with me, I was waitin' on you to change

****, if you broke you the only one to blame

Playin' with my money, that'll make me go insane

It's verse two, you spent a bag on that bitch, that ain't cool

'Cause I bet if you was broke she wouldn't've bought a bag for you

If we break up I don't need that shit for life, bitch, you through

I need a 63 S GLE, bitch, the coupe

You would spend your last thousand 'fore you flip it into two

I can't fuck her off no Perc, she gon' get this shit confused

Everybody want a verse, just 'cause you rap, we ain't cool

I move for that bag, if you ain't got it keep it movin'

You ever listen to that shit they sayin'? They be clueless

Up early gettin' to it, I be up before foolish

You ain't the type to do no fuckin' scams 'cause you stupid

And my **** whippin' up, he make fours out of deuces

This exotic my cologne but you still smell this Gucci

I ain't even rich yet but my life feel like a movie

My hoes like Dolce & Gabbana and some Louis

You **** still stressin' over hoes lookin' Goofy

Meech