Who Told You?
Who told you that everybody just be giving
You folded and now you askin for forgiveness
My bitch stay independent like a picture
But still, I cant be trippin for these women
I had to grind and grind, you can tell I'm still starving bout to feast
Workin that 9 to 5, I just ain't the type couldnt be me
Ain't mean to lie tonight, you been trying my shit, rock on my feet
Still tryna get up in my bag, hopping in the stu, talkin to the streets
(Um, yeah) Ran wit the pack
Didnt even call me back
So now they know, I got the strap
Next to a rack
Talking bout bankroll in a rubberband, I got 10 in my bag
I'd keep my shit close, if you aint lookin I might reach for the snatch
Don't ask for my snap, fuck wit my gram, we ain't like that
I got a million other ways to make money like rap
But since a young boy wasnt born to it guess I gotta learn to keep my back straight
If I'm fucking on that hoe better know she leavin here wit a back ache
Achin, leave her shakin
Like my hands when I be rolling, that jamaican
I don't got no time bitch, you always faking
Got chanel eyes bitch, I see you hating
I drop the top when I hop in the rari, skrtin right out to the party
Never had no one to help me so I cannot bring you up with me I'm sorry
All of you faking, you told me you had me you wasn't here 'til I was balling
Trapboy, I reach for my goals while dripping in Jordans
Need a map boy, I can't even see y'all way too far
Gotta get in my bag boy, makin em hits yall fuckin wit foreign
New jacket, That YSL, im covered in Laurent
You a sad boy, you copy my style it's getting boring
Who told you that everybody just be giving
You folded and now you askin for forgiveness
My bitch stay independent like a picture
But still, I cant be trippin for these women
Hope that you know I still fuck it up
Everyone hear me when I'm in the benz
I gotta pour up another cup
I'm getting tired of just gettin head
I get the gas imma double up
Even my plug let me get the advance
After I lick him I shut him up
I won't be paying there isn't a chance
Why I just cop like that? (okay)
Got brand new thot on me, blonde hair blue eyes, want 'em all like that (aw yeah)
Want brand new louie, gave her a rack she go to the mall with that (I gave her a rack)
Best know imma get a brand new bag, talking goyard wit that (talkin goyard uh-huh-huh)
FOREIGN, I'm 'bout to go in on FOREIGN
Yung boy Reece just snapped, gotta say y'all shit is boring
It's 'bout time that I get in my bag
I want my wrist glowin
Thats hits on hits bitch, yeah
You folded and now you askin for forgiveness
My bitch stay independent like a picture
But still, I cant be trippin for these women
I had to grind and grind, you can tell I'm still starving bout to feast
Workin that 9 to 5, I just ain't the type couldnt be me
Ain't mean to lie tonight, you been trying my shit, rock on my feet
Still tryna get up in my bag, hopping in the stu, talkin to the streets
(Um, yeah) Ran wit the pack
Didnt even call me back
So now they know, I got the strap
Next to a rack
Talking bout bankroll in a rubberband, I got 10 in my bag
I'd keep my shit close, if you aint lookin I might reach for the snatch
Don't ask for my snap, fuck wit my gram, we ain't like that
I got a million other ways to make money like rap
But since a young boy wasnt born to it guess I gotta learn to keep my back straight
If I'm fucking on that hoe better know she leavin here wit a back ache
Achin, leave her shakin
Like my hands when I be rolling, that jamaican
I don't got no time bitch, you always faking
Got chanel eyes bitch, I see you hating
I drop the top when I hop in the rari, skrtin right out to the party
Never had no one to help me so I cannot bring you up with me I'm sorry
All of you faking, you told me you had me you wasn't here 'til I was balling
Trapboy, I reach for my goals while dripping in Jordans
Need a map boy, I can't even see y'all way too far
Gotta get in my bag boy, makin em hits yall fuckin wit foreign
New jacket, That YSL, im covered in Laurent
You a sad boy, you copy my style it's getting boring
Who told you that everybody just be giving
You folded and now you askin for forgiveness
My bitch stay independent like a picture
But still, I cant be trippin for these women
Hope that you know I still fuck it up
Everyone hear me when I'm in the benz
I gotta pour up another cup
I'm getting tired of just gettin head
I get the gas imma double up
Even my plug let me get the advance
After I lick him I shut him up
I won't be paying there isn't a chance
Why I just cop like that? (okay)
Got brand new thot on me, blonde hair blue eyes, want 'em all like that (aw yeah)
Want brand new louie, gave her a rack she go to the mall with that (I gave her a rack)
Best know imma get a brand new bag, talking goyard wit that (talkin goyard uh-huh-huh)
FOREIGN, I'm 'bout to go in on FOREIGN
Yung boy Reece just snapped, gotta say y'all shit is boring
It's 'bout time that I get in my bag
I want my wrist glowin
Thats hits on hits bitch, yeah
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Writer(s): Bryan Reis
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