She said, "Quit with the cigarettes." I said, "Please." I'm popping on the internet Did you get the memo? Don't disrespect I ain't your man baby, we gon' split the check You just let me smash, you ain't gimme neck Don't you got cash? What do you expect? You work at a law firm, uptown And you acting like you don't give a f** now You a hypocrite, what now? And you wonder why, wonder why I'm emotionally shut down Yeah, you only f**ing with me, huh, cause you know I'm gonna pop off And the only way you get your rocks off Is f**ing a rock star Yeah I got trust issues You wonder why I can't f** with you Why I'm not so in love with you Girl, go figure Yeah, had the love of my life and somehow even that didn't take flight My mom says I want too much from this world, too much too much and I think she's right Her boy in his mid-twenties With a lil' money Nah for real, I only need a lil' money Find it a lil' funny that you actin' a lil' funny With a straight face on Straight up make up all caked on Wait up, a K cup won't take long But odds are by then you'll be gone So, so bye-bye, so bye-bye, so bye-bye I got a** way before rap Just icing on the cake You won't find Mr. Right here, that's a fact Girl I just got icing for that cake [Hook] I guess I'm not the one you want I guess I'm not the one you need
I know I'm not the one you want I know I'm not Because I just wanna drink and smoke and make a lotta f**in' money Wanna drink and smoke and make a lotta f**in' money Wanna drink and smoke and f**in' make a lotta f**in' money I know it's so shallow, but I ain't into acting funny No no, no no [Verse 2] Oh, took Uber to taco bell 'Magine how my driver felt Spend money that I don't have all the time Like how the f** I'm not gon' sell Come along, I'll let you splurge You can get yourself a nacho shell I don't pop the pills but I got the tills and tell the world Girl this your song You always want me to write you one, didn't you Even now I told you ‘bout a million times I'mma retell you what I'm meant to do While you spend weekends in a sh**ty a** club with your girlfriends drinking on Pinnacle I'mma be workin' real late in the studio Making history, that's what I'm finna do I don't use fin' that much But I meant that much when I said it All ya'll talkin' that sideways sh**... Well, you might as well dead it I don't know what I'm thinking Sittin' here in the Lincoln Drinkin' in the Lincoln Brenton ridin' shotty got the whole car stinkin' Might as well do this once While we're still young So we could still have an excuse for being so dumb, see [Hook] x2 [Instrumental]