(Cardo Got Wangs)

At least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
At least I was good to you

I can't make no fucking promises
Lifestyle getting out of control
Lifestyle getting ludicrous
I made a milly in less than a year and I blew that on stupid shit
Typed it in like "How to make a milly", I used to google it
Savannah just wanted to see me perform and got hit over stupid shit
I woke up and saw the shit right on my phone
They don't know who the shooter is

You never know
Never feel untouchable
I touched your soul made you feel so comfortable
If I let you go I would feel so skeptical
Unacceptable, but I still gotta let you know
Yeah
That I can't make no fucking promises
I can't make no fucking promises
I can't make no fucking promises
Yeah

Lifestyle on the road sheesh
Used to always want a rollie now I want a new two-tone gold Patek
Yeah, we couldn't go to Phillipe's
I had to be on that corner until it was morning so me and my niggas could eat
I be the one with the sauce
I never thought it was sweet
I got my foot in the door
They never gave me the key
I had to turn to a ki
Even when I was a boy, I was the man in the streets
I was the man with the heat
I was a beast, sheesh
He had her heart, but she tried to give it to me (damn)
But she can't keep no fucking promises
Shit, I'm coming with a lotta money
Money comes with a lotta shit
Told Mo, "Bring the studio to everywhere we go" and that's a lotta hits
Slo-mo in my videos when the lights out, all my diamonds hit
Something 'bout blue faces I like money conversations
Whole lotta 20's that's basic
Nigga fuck it I'm shameless
Can't fuck with a snitch nigga if you get caught don't say shit
Have you ever met another nigga like me?
I bet you won't say shit
I went from rags to riches
I bagged the bitches that gave me the straight face
I hit the baddest bitches
It's sad, but I had to curve 'em the same day
I treated them bad
I wouldn't be mad if I was to get treated the same way
So treat me the same way, same way, same way

I was a savage to you
I had to give up and put all my hoes to the side
I swear if I ever left you in the cold
It's 'cause it was colder inside
Look I swear if you ever try to leave me alone
I hope you don't turn to a thot
Most of the niggas that call me only hit my phone because I get money a lot
I be the one with the dough
You say you gon' take it, but nigga we know that's a lie
Even before we was on, the money was long and we used to fuck with the spot
Bitches be singing my song
I knew I was on, right when I bust down a watch
Niggas was hating before and they hate on me now
But don't got shit say to me now
I was gonna do it to her, but I don't really wanna use her
Keep giving excuses, when we really gonna link up?
Even if I sound stupid, I'ma say what's real to her
Even if she not truthful, fuck it I'ma still be good with you

At least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
At least I was good to you

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Writer(s): Artist Dubose, Ronald LaTour