Tell me why you got a sad face
I can read your mind, you don't even have to say
I've been great ever since I left L.A
Chanel everything, I think that's why they hate
Tattoos all on my face, my hands all on her waist
You're no good for me, I'm so bad for you
You're no good for me, I'm so bad for you

Take a hit and numb the pain
I'm not gonna lie to you and say that it's okay
I hope I die with my chains on
If you feel alone, baby, just play this song
Juicy Couture for my main bitch
Pussy so good when she's gone I can taste it
They say fake it 'til you make it
That explains it, you niggas on fake shit
Yeah I'm ballin', hunnids in my wallet
Wanted it, I bought it, fuck what it costed
Ever since I got paid, yeah they started to hate
And I can't blame them

Tell me why you got a sad face
I can read your mind, you don't even have to say
I've been great ever since I left L.A.
Chanel everything, I think that's why they hate
Tattoos all on my face, my hands all on her waist
You're no good for me, I'm so bad for you
You're no good for me, I'm so bad for you

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Jazz Butler