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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SPM
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Coy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlos Coy
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We had met though a friend and then
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Thought we'd be together till the very end
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
My partners told me you was 'bout that dough
(Uh-huh)
But when they said it, I was like, hell no
[Verse 2]
'Cause I knew that you was so special
(So beautiful)
Started seeing signs, but I wouldn't let go
(Uh, uh)
You complaining 'bout my money cash flow
(What)
Said it was a, what? A bit too low
(Too low)
[Verse 3]
You was tripping on my boys Tahoe
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
And told me, why can't you be like that balling negro?
[Verse 4]
I loved you, I couldn't live without you
My life was all about you and I just wasn't cool enough
And now I'm back though and rolling in my Benzo
On 22 Lorenzo, and now you wanna call me up
[Verse 5]
Do you recall a trip to NYC?
('Member that?)
I spent all the money that I made that week
(Working hard for my dough)
Forty-eight hours on my nine to five
No matter how I tried, your ass was never satisfied
[Verse 6]
Go back in town and I'm driving us home
(Already)
Stopped at the light and you're jocking someone's clothes
(What you looking at?)
I knew right then it wouldn't be me, relationship was history
(Uh-huh, out the door)
I just can't break my back for no wheel watching H-O-E
[Verse 7]
I loved you, I couldn't live without you
My life was all about you and I just wasn't cool enough
And now I'm back though and rolling in my Benzo
On 22 Lorenzo, and now you wanna call me up
[Verse 8]
So, high priced hoochie, love that coochie
But I won't sit back and let a broad use me
Too much cash in my jeans' left pocket
In the VIP, blowing kill with the Rockets
[Verse 9]
Baller, shot caller, sipping alcohola
Dope house afterparty, everybody follow
Don't trip, I got it real safe nowadays
Six police that be earning they pay
[Verse 10]
Breaking up fights and shining they lights
Take 'em all to jail till they learn to be nice
Jose and my boy Mario brought a truck full of bud
We gon' party, yo
[Verse 11]
I loved you, I couldn't live without you
My life was all about you and I just wasn't cool enough
(Wasn't cool enough)
And now I'm back though and rolling in my Benzo
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
On 22 Lorenzo, and now you wanna call me up
Written by: Carlos Coy