Ain't Going Back
They know what the fuck goin' on
Look at how we walked up in this bitch (this bitch)
I just signed a deal wit' my lil' nigga
Still rich off the glitch (they tricks)
They know this industry shit fake
But I can't change and I won't switch (at all)
I'm the bitch that make these niggas envy (what?)
I be alone, can't trust these men
Made an M at 20, no, won't stop
Can't buy this Fendi
All designer in my closet
You would think the store was empty
All these chains, (woo!) private planes
Could get used to finer things
Ain't no way I'm goin' back
I used to steal my mother jar of change
Now I pay all of hеr bills
And put her in that brand new Range (squat!)
Bitchеs can't compare
Them titties fake, mine real
We ain't the same
I remember askin' for rides
They said they'd come but never came
G'd up from the feet up, take a L
Why charge it to the game?
Everything I got, I work for
I ain't get no handout (at all)
I don't take drugs
I popped a perc, almost passed out (damn)
Ex nigga still lurking, he know that he missed out (ha!)
Claim he rich but pockets hurtin'
Broke boy can't come around (bitch)
Made an M at 20, no, won't stop
Can't buy this Fendi (can't buy this)
All designer in my closet
You would think the store was empty
All these chains, private planes
Could get used to finer things
Ain't no way I'm goin' back
I used to steal my mother jar—
Sparkly diamonds, AP, perfect timin'
Get my pen, I'm signin'
Multimillion dollar deals
I'm goin' crazy in my prime
Got them bitches with the sour face
Fuck, they just ate a lime? (they did)
Difference between me and them
The shit I'm postin' really mine (duh)
Don't bring up what I did
Bring up what I'm doin' now (right now)
Don't tell nobody that you had me, nigga (huh?)
How the fuck that sound? (dumb)
Bet you had me, but you lost me
That ain't nothin' to brag about (at all)
Talkin' shit when he wit' you?
He come with pussy in his mouth (ahh)
Made an M at 20, no, won't stop
Can't buy this Fendi
All designer in my closet
You would think the store was empty
All these chains (woo!), private planes
Could get used to finer things
Ain't no way I'm goin' back
I used to steal my mother jar of change
Da Menace
Look at how we walked up in this bitch (this bitch)
I just signed a deal wit' my lil' nigga
Still rich off the glitch (they tricks)
They know this industry shit fake
But I can't change and I won't switch (at all)
I'm the bitch that make these niggas envy (what?)
I be alone, can't trust these men
Made an M at 20, no, won't stop
Can't buy this Fendi
All designer in my closet
You would think the store was empty
All these chains, (woo!) private planes
Could get used to finer things
Ain't no way I'm goin' back
I used to steal my mother jar of change
Now I pay all of hеr bills
And put her in that brand new Range (squat!)
Bitchеs can't compare
Them titties fake, mine real
We ain't the same
I remember askin' for rides
They said they'd come but never came
G'd up from the feet up, take a L
Why charge it to the game?
Everything I got, I work for
I ain't get no handout (at all)
I don't take drugs
I popped a perc, almost passed out (damn)
Ex nigga still lurking, he know that he missed out (ha!)
Claim he rich but pockets hurtin'
Broke boy can't come around (bitch)
Made an M at 20, no, won't stop
Can't buy this Fendi (can't buy this)
All designer in my closet
You would think the store was empty
All these chains, private planes
Could get used to finer things
Ain't no way I'm goin' back
I used to steal my mother jar—
Sparkly diamonds, AP, perfect timin'
Get my pen, I'm signin'
Multimillion dollar deals
I'm goin' crazy in my prime
Got them bitches with the sour face
Fuck, they just ate a lime? (they did)
Difference between me and them
The shit I'm postin' really mine (duh)
Don't bring up what I did
Bring up what I'm doin' now (right now)
Don't tell nobody that you had me, nigga (huh?)
How the fuck that sound? (dumb)
Bet you had me, but you lost me
That ain't nothin' to brag about (at all)
Talkin' shit when he wit' you?
He come with pussy in his mouth (ahh)
Made an M at 20, no, won't stop
Can't buy this Fendi
All designer in my closet
You would think the store was empty
All these chains (woo!), private planes
Could get used to finer things
Ain't no way I'm goin' back
I used to steal my mother jar of change
Da Menace
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Writer(s): Alyamani Ouadah, Jolene M Griffith
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