Let It Be

Bitches want my cash
Bitches want my swag
Bitches want my bag

Bitches want my tax
Reup for the 20 beans, man these bitches got me out bad
Bitches got me out
Bitches got me out

Xanny pill gone take me back to the old me
Nah, fuck that shit, I don't really miss the old me
What's the point of imbracing life if I can just OD
And, just fade away from all my problems real slowly

Nah, nigga fuck that
I won't go for that, I can't back that shit up
I just smoke pack, I get niggas wacked
Thumb tacked in the rough
No matter how much love I give to these hoes, man

It's never a fucking 'nough
So how's it my fault for mixing my problems and all my drugs in one cup? (Hmm)
(Gang, gang nigga) Baby, just be patient
I'll run that bag up, run that check up

Get that paycheck (Yeah)
Got money like a flipbook bitch, animation (Yeah, bleh, bleh)
But, if you want this dick bitch, just come say that
(Huh, bleh, bleh)

Hurt a nigga heart turn him into a weeping angel, bitch
I talk that rap shit, I talk that trap shit
This ain't no feral fable, bitch
Thick 'lil hoe, steppin in prada, she a luh silver sabel, bitch

Put him on the news, put him on the news
You won't need no cable, bitch
Gang, gang, gang, bang, bang, bang
She like e-sex

Take yo money, hurt yo heart
Leave yo home wrecked
I sold my soul all to this bitch, lost the whole bet
You slit yo body all for the fun, that's why I sip the whole red cup

Sexually abused
You ain't had no trues (Trues)
You was so misused (Used)
Run away from problems, stack yo money

Count the"blues"
I could never hurt you baby, that's not how I move (Not how I move)

Baby, just be patient
I'll run that bag up, run that check up

Get that paycheck (Yeah)
Got money like a flipbook bitch, animation (Yeah, bleh, bleh)
But, if you want this dick bitch, just come say that
(Huh, bleh, bleh nigga)



Credits
Writer(s): Tj Goodson
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