BEVERLY HILLS

It's done, it's dead, I'm not hitting him up anymore

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it

Get your shit 'fore I walk in

No more fits, 'bout to lock in

Had that grip and you lost it

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it

Get your shit 'fore I walk in

No more fits, 'bout to lock in

Had that grip and you lost

Sick of, yeah

Waking up to piss all in the bathroom (Straight up, yeah)

Thinking 'bout another life without you (Fed up, yeah)

You never really were my type (Straight up, yeah)

But let me talk my shit tonight

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (Yeah)

Get your shit 'fore I walk in (Okay)

No more fits, 'bout to lock in (Yeah)

Had that grip and you lost it (And you lost)

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (I talk)

Get your shit 'fore I walk in (When I walk in)

No more fits, 'bout to lock in (But let me talk my shit)

Had that grip and you lost it

Too broke

To be so argumentative

I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills (You don't)

Recognize who you is

You missing out on rent, could compromise where we live (And I won't)

Try to brag in your ear

But everytime you speak, I'm just interpreting fear (It's hard)

It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh

You must be mad if you think I'ma laugh at the shit ass jokes that you're talking

You should be glad I ain't breaking the glass that you bought last year for my birthday

I do big things, I got big plans, I got big dreams, need a real man

You down real bad if you think I'ma not talk-talk how I walk that walk

Too broke

To be so argumentative

I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills (You don't)

Recognize who you is

You missing out on rent, could compromise where we live (And I won't)

Try to brag in your ear

But everytime you speak, I'm just interpreting fear (It's hard)

It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh

Sick of

Tossing over crumbs in my silk sheets (Straight up)

You're thinking 'bout another girl and not me (Fed up)

I never really was your type (Was I?)

Yeah

But, baby, talk your shit tonight

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it

Get your shit 'fore I walk in

No more fits, 'bout to lock in

Had that grip and you lost it

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (Talk-talk)

Get your shit 'fore I walk in (Walk-walk)

No more fits, 'bout to lock in (Lock in)

Had that grip and you lost it

Too broke

And every sigh is a sign of the times

Find time to get high, get away from a bad vibe

A fine line between a ho and a dime

I'd die if I tried being caught on your sidelines

You drive by in the car that I bought (That I bought)

You get by on the way that I walk (That I walk)

You're down bad if you think I'ma not talk-talk how I walk, gotta walk that walk

So ooh

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it

Get your shit 'fore I walk in (You don't)

No more fits, 'bout to lock in

Had that grip and you lost it (And I won't)

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it

Get your shit 'fore I walk in (It's hard)

No more fits, 'bout to lock in

Had that grip and you lost