"How Did We Know?" lyrics

(Marc Boomin, we miss you)
I'm sick, she taking to me like that
Ayy

I'ma get the money, let you niggas have the hoes
Just dropped a six, in an hour I got a show
I can smell the pussy nigga, it be reeking off they clothes
I'm wearing Off-White, forgot I bought it, I was blown
Seven thousand all dubs, 'bout to spend it on clothes
Off juice every day, I can't sleep without a pole
Go get you some money, that other shit getting old
Trying to play it like it's sweet, I had shit getting bold
He just got two bricks, he don't really know a load
Sipping cream sodas, I ain't fucking with Patrón
Her head too good, got me changing up my tone
I sell anything but my motherfucking soul
On the road with some fire, I don't wanna go home
Back in high school, I was trying to touch in [?]
I got a zip and a Glock in my motherfucking coat
I just put a deuce of Wock' in this little 24

I ain't focused on these hoes, you won't ever really win
These bitches do whatever for some petty ass revenge
I'ma kick it with my self, everybody acts weird
Bitch I drink lean, not no motherfucking beer
'Bout to put solitaires in my motherfucking ear
Old hoes on my line, heard I'm 'bout to sign a deal
I get her gone for real as soon as he gets a seal
We gon' hold that chopper when shit gets real
Kick it with the clerk, I'm trying to work, let's cut a deal
The number on the blows 'bout to bang out a zero
Bitch, I hit the set and go to Saks for my apparel
I ain't into saving hoes, you betrying to be the hero
My dawg off an eight, I'm just hoping he alive
Turned myself into a boss, can't no bitch hurt my pride
Your nigga ain't a shooter, he can't make it to Belle Isle
It be looking like a circus when your whole gang around