Reciprocate

I wish I had more money in'na bank
(Bank on'nat)
Instead I'm stayin' broke while they get paid
(Look, they mad already)
Every day I'm grindin' like a dancer
(Get ya mind out the gutta)
'Cause I got three arrows and they hungry
(Eat everything up like cancer. I shouldn't of said that, I hate cancer)

When you gon' serve me? (Serve)
I'm always servin' you (Serve)
When you gon' serve me? (Serve)
I'm always servin' you (Serve)
When you gon' serve me? (Serve)
I'm always servin' you. (Serve)
When you gon' serve me?
Reciprocate
Reciprocate
Reciprocate
Reciprocate

She tired of puttin' money in'nat plate
(She ain't got it, they told her she sowin')
Then trynna figure out how she gon' ate
(She ain't rob God tho)
He only trynna take care of his seeds
(They sayin' he gotta plant some, to take care of them)
They playin' on his heart with them good deeds
(You ain't hear that from me, wait, yes you did)

When you gon' serve me? (Serve)
I'm always servin' you (Serve)
When you gon' serve me? (Serve)
I'm always servin' you (Serve)
When you gon' serve me? (Serve)
I'm always servin' you. (Serve)
When you gon' serve me?
Reciprocate
Reciprocate
Reciprocate
Reciprocate (Serve)

I know that, people gon' be mad though
'Cause, you know, they sleep
They ain't woke
But I'm sayin', like
You ain't gotta be mad if
I ain't talkin' bout you
So, yea



Credits
Writer(s): Zara Hairston
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