Can't Pretend

She not a nine or a dime
Then I really got no time
Tell that bitch to get lost
She ain't ready for the pipe

If she really about bands
Tell the btich to run it up
Put it all in her throat
Make the bitch cough it up

Your girl seen me at the club
Lil bitch went crazy
Nigga mad as fuck
It aint my fault watch yo lady
That pussy alright
To tell you the truth it don't amaze me
Bitch playing with her nose
For a line she tryna suck me

C.R.E.AM bitch
Cash rules everything around me
If you ain't tryna get it
Get the fuck up out around me
Got my niggas like they got me
I Say it proudly
Im placing bets on myself
Bitch i got me

I can't pretend
We are the same
No matter what
Go hard in the paint
Different interests
Same destination
On top of the game
With Benjamins

I can't pretend
We are the same
No matter what
Go hard in the paint
Different interests
Same destination
On top of the game
With Benjamins

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Countin' on Benjamin the devil tryna make me sin
They left me in the rain in the cold you don't know my pain
I wouldn't change anything
Married to the game to this life fuck a wedding ring
I'm looking for a foreign thing

Mobbin' in a bucket with the fucked up paint
Speed meter broken but my pockets is straight
Looking out for the gang
We gon' share this plate
Heard your mans left you starving cus that nigga a snake

And that little bitch you fucking ain't got no faith
For the free or an eighth
For a fee on a date
I don't think we relate
I don't think we the same
Always had a plan b in case the money was late

I can't pretend
We are the same
No matter what
Go hard in the paint
Different interests
Same destination
On top of the game
With Benjamins



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Loza
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