IPhone, two hundred messages Fuck it, I never got back I was too busy with her, pshh I was too busy with that Fuck you a hundred percent You know that pussy is spent What you spend in five months That what I spend on my rent IPhone, two hundred messages Fuck it, I never got back I was too busy with her, pshh I was too busy with that Fuck you a hundred percent You know that pussy is spent What you spend in five months That what I spend on my rent
I made a hundred in ninety days That’s like a band a day I’m on the hustle, for real Out of the mud, I got muscle, for real She get mad, I Louis her feet I got a goal, a hundred a week Niggas get mad, they shoot and kill R.I.P. to Big Boo, for real Shawty, you know it’s not cool to chill My bitch will find you and kill you, for real I spent a hundred on denim jeans (I spent a hundred on denim jeans)
IPhone, two hundred messages Fuck it, I never got back I was too busy with her, pshh I was too busy with that Fuck you a hundred percent You know that pussy is spent What you spend in five months That what I spend on my rent IPhone, two hundred messages Fuck it, I never got back I was too busy with her, pshh I was too busy with that Fuck you a hundred percent You know that pussy is spent What you spend in five months That what I spend on my rent