Two Face
Gotta get cash gotta move on my own
Cuz' these niggas, they really be too fake
Gave you my love, but you took it and slammed it
I swear these bitches, they be two face
Came from the gutter, they know I'm a hustler
Gon' ball on these niggas like 2k
Sippin' that lean while I pour in that Sprite
Gotta mix it up, like some Kool-Aid
Can't trust her, can't trust him
You know when you lose, you know you gon' win
Gon' stack up this money, stand tall on my tens
These niggas- they haters, these niggas pretend
My heart is so cold, my heart is so cold
I think I'm gettin' heartless
Heart is so cold, my heart is so cold
Can't fuck wit' you niggas, regardless
Aye, they turn they back and then you
Really think you know a nigga
I been one hunnit but they
Steady try'na hoe a nigga
They take what's mine and then I
Really gotta show a nigga
Two shots to his limbs, body leakin'
We just broke a nigga
I'm on my own
I gots no help from my own family
They know I'm cold wit' dis shit
Ya hoes ain't standin' me
I stay at plan A
Don't need to go to that li'l plan B
Sorry that I do this Father
Can you understand me
Mom I ain't cappin', dis more than rappin'
Tryna get my family out da gutter no mo' trappin'
Niggas steady actin', split 'em like a fraction
Never chase a bitch I'mma go and get these racks in
'Member all that fake shit? Made me close ma heart
Cuz this fake love, I can't take it
Said you not a hoe no mo' but you is still da same bitch
You could neva change it, I'm bout be famous
And thank you to da haters cuz I'm now motivated
And I told God please
Take my depression and bring in the peace
Heart gettin' cold cuz I rock these VV's
He only yo' friend cuz you got what he needs
That pussy be drippy, it taste like Fiji
But on my own (Yeah, hey) on my own (Yeah)
On my own (Yeah, hey) on my own (Yeah)
Gotta get cash, gotta move on my own
Cuz' these niggas, they really be too fake
Gave you my love, but you took it and slammed it
I swear these bitches, they be two face
Came from the gutter, they know I'm a hustler
Gon' ball on these niggas like 2k
Sippin' that lean while I pour in that Sprite
Gotta mix it up, like some Kool-Aid
Can't trust her, can't trust him
You know when you lose, you know you gon' win
Gon' stack up this money, stand tall on my tens
These niggas- they haters, these niggas pretend
My heart is so cold, my heart is so cold
I think I'm gettin' heartless
Heart is so cold, my heart is so cold
Can't fuck wit' you niggas, regardless
Cuz' these niggas, they really be too fake
Gave you my love, but you took it and slammed it
I swear these bitches, they be two face
Came from the gutter, they know I'm a hustler
Gon' ball on these niggas like 2k
Sippin' that lean while I pour in that Sprite
Gotta mix it up, like some Kool-Aid
Can't trust her, can't trust him
You know when you lose, you know you gon' win
Gon' stack up this money, stand tall on my tens
These niggas- they haters, these niggas pretend
My heart is so cold, my heart is so cold
I think I'm gettin' heartless
Heart is so cold, my heart is so cold
Can't fuck wit' you niggas, regardless
Aye, they turn they back and then you
Really think you know a nigga
I been one hunnit but they
Steady try'na hoe a nigga
They take what's mine and then I
Really gotta show a nigga
Two shots to his limbs, body leakin'
We just broke a nigga
I'm on my own
I gots no help from my own family
They know I'm cold wit' dis shit
Ya hoes ain't standin' me
I stay at plan A
Don't need to go to that li'l plan B
Sorry that I do this Father
Can you understand me
Mom I ain't cappin', dis more than rappin'
Tryna get my family out da gutter no mo' trappin'
Niggas steady actin', split 'em like a fraction
Never chase a bitch I'mma go and get these racks in
'Member all that fake shit? Made me close ma heart
Cuz this fake love, I can't take it
Said you not a hoe no mo' but you is still da same bitch
You could neva change it, I'm bout be famous
And thank you to da haters cuz I'm now motivated
And I told God please
Take my depression and bring in the peace
Heart gettin' cold cuz I rock these VV's
He only yo' friend cuz you got what he needs
That pussy be drippy, it taste like Fiji
But on my own (Yeah, hey) on my own (Yeah)
On my own (Yeah, hey) on my own (Yeah)
Gotta get cash, gotta move on my own
Cuz' these niggas, they really be too fake
Gave you my love, but you took it and slammed it
I swear these bitches, they be two face
Came from the gutter, they know I'm a hustler
Gon' ball on these niggas like 2k
Sippin' that lean while I pour in that Sprite
Gotta mix it up, like some Kool-Aid
Can't trust her, can't trust him
You know when you lose, you know you gon' win
Gon' stack up this money, stand tall on my tens
These niggas- they haters, these niggas pretend
My heart is so cold, my heart is so cold
I think I'm gettin' heartless
Heart is so cold, my heart is so cold
Can't fuck wit' you niggas, regardless
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffery Robinson, Bakari Ward, Okpara Chibi, Beats Walter
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