Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm the, I'm the best motherfucking rapper man, you know
Aye
And true story too, by the way (Firzt on the track)
Everything's a true story (everything's a true story)

I had my mind on a milli'
I went and copped a Cuban from Shyne out in Philly (uh)
I went broke and sold it, mad that I did it (uh uh)
Flew out to Cali got bags and I sip it (uh uh)
Ever fall off get some change from a freak (freak)
We leavin' stains on the sheets (huh)
You might wanna change up yo keys (keys)
I got yo bitch name on the lease (yeah)

She tryin' to send me the addy
She think I'ma pull up and fuck her to sleep (yeah, yeah)
I put this shit on the box
Now her grandmama high 'cause I sent her a P (P)
I put my bitches to work (to work)
Ask her what you do for me (me)
She like when I lift up her skirt (uh)
Bend her over we fuck on the sink (yeah)

Her mamma came knock on the door she said she gotta pee
She had too much to drink (damn)
I had to hide in the shower
And that's when I found out her mamma a freak (a freak)
She came and sat on the toilet
And pulled out her phone but ain't lift up the seat (huh)
I saw her play with that pussy (hold up)
Holding a picture of me (damn)

I had my mind on a milli'
I went and copped a Cuban from Shyne out in Philly
I went broke and sold it, mad that I did it
Flew out to Cali got bags and I sent 'em
Ever fall off get some change from a freak (freak)
We leavin' stains on the sheets (huh)
You might wanna change up yo keys (keys)
I got yo bitch name on the lease (yeah)

I had this lil' hoe from the city she really went with it
Stay down like a G (yeah, yeah)
I gave her way too much sauce
Now she fuck with a nigga that play in the league (the league)
I put a hoe through the most (the most)
I make a pretty bitch leave (leave)
I might end up playin' with you (you)
'Cause you ain't gonna be playin' with me (yeah)
I used to fuck with a bitch that ain't even pay rent (yeah)
She was stayin' for free (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I asked to pay a lil' bill
She act like I told her to jump in the sea (the sea)
Like I told her go get a rope (a rope)
Tie it around both yo feet (feet)
Tie up that rope to a brick (uh)
Bend you ass over and leave (yeah)

I had my mind on a milli'
I went and copped a Cuban from Shyne out in Philly
I went broke and sold it, mad that I did it
Flew out to Cali got bags and I sent 'em
Ever fall off get some change from a freak (freak)
We leavin' stains on the sheets (huh)
You might wanna change up yo keys (keys)
I got yo bitch name on the lease (yeah)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk




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