Money

Sorry I ain\'t sorry, you think these bitches love me

Only ride me cause I\'m up won\'t let you spend my money

When I had nothing was still cutting in the night of traffic

Used to dream about a foreign now the wave\'s exotic

We don\'t pay deposit, launching in this new Tiptronic

Long hair like Pocahontas, she gon\' empty out my pockets

Now I got bitches phoning me like you don\'t ever call me

Cause when you left me it was peak and they don\'t wanna know me

Baby let me show you, all the things you never showed you

Fuck you like I owe you, really been meaning to call you

You say I can\'t afford you, still I give you what you wanna

Realist is I kinda love it, haven\'t seen your ass in summer

You kinda did the runner, bouncing round with all that bumper

I\'ve got my exes vexed with me cause I can\'t keep a promise

Blessed this ain\'t Goffin, my bro he gon\' stick to rubbing

That\'s the only way he knows to get a little money

But when you knew someone you loved, that feeling in your stomach

Knowing that he died alone, I pray he makes you hold up

When you left part of my soul, needed readjusting

Nowadays you never know, tomorrow isn\'t promised

I came up from nothing, you won\'t hear me ask for nothing

When I\'m down by all my luck, I know these **** love it

I\'ve taken many losses, why I always take precautions

They talk the talk, can\'t walk it, that\'s when shit starts getting awkward

Pillow talking to these hoes, best keep me out the gossip

I\'m just being honest, bro got one too many bodies

When the money running low, you end up spending profit

Where **** make a hundredfold and still won\'t send you nothing

You want me to be sorry, that\'s the one thing I won\'t say

I\'m sorry, I ain\'t sorry, certain things won\'t be the same

Oh, oh, oh, oh