"Better For Me" lyrics
Ho' just like her a bag, she don't want my heart
He can act but he won't get cast, he don't play no part
Yo' boyfriend warmin' the bench, he ain't ever gon' start
I don't text back, don't need friends, I just need more dollars
In a trance 'bout throwin' that white girl, all of the fans, they beggin' for me
We did not come 'round here to fight y'all, we keep things for settling beef
Every time I lose track, gotta write down: buy more tees, it's better for me
We gon' knock his motherfuckin' lights out, give him wings and set him free
In LA im with Renz, boy, we love countin' money
I made this bitch upset, I know this ho still love me
It's getting to my head, I can't stop running from it
I'm sipping muddy red, I can feel it in my stomach
Where the fuck I'ma get 10 bands?
Bitch, give me a day
Only problem I got in my life is tryna decide which car I'ma take
I put diamonds all over the watch, I can't even tell the time of the day
I been smokin' on what-is-it-called
Bitch, that is the smell that's following me
[?] calling in shots, we'll find every one of his friends
Can't talk, but I need it a lot, I can't get her out my head
Keep talkin' and you'll get wrecked, everyone in yo' gang in danger
We gon' hit yo man wit TEC's, make that pussy ass boy need a trainer
We gon' run right through yo' door, oh my God
I'm sliding in that ghost, zero problems
I say it and it goes, cannot stop it
Ho' just like her a bag, she don't want my heart
He can act but he won't get cast, he don't play no part
Yo' boyfriend warmin' the bench, he ain't ever gon' start
I don't text back, don't need friends, I just need more dollars
In a trance 'bout throwin' that white girl, all of the fans, they beggin' for me
We did not come 'round here to fight y'all, we keep things for settling beef
Every time I lose track, gotta write down: buy more tees, it's better for me
We gon' knock his motherfuckin' lights out, give him wings and set him free
He can act but he won't get cast, he don't play no part
Yo' boyfriend warmin' the bench, he ain't ever gon' start
I don't text back, don't need friends, I just need more dollars
In a trance 'bout throwin' that white girl, all of the fans, they beggin' for me
We did not come 'round here to fight y'all, we keep things for settling beef
Every time I lose track, gotta write down: buy more tees, it's better for me
We gon' knock his motherfuckin' lights out, give him wings and set him free
In LA im with Renz, boy, we love countin' money
I made this bitch upset, I know this ho still love me
It's getting to my head, I can't stop running from it
I'm sipping muddy red, I can feel it in my stomach
Where the fuck I'ma get 10 bands?
Bitch, give me a day
Only problem I got in my life is tryna decide which car I'ma take
I put diamonds all over the watch, I can't even tell the time of the day
I been smokin' on what-is-it-called
Bitch, that is the smell that's following me
[?] calling in shots, we'll find every one of his friends
Can't talk, but I need it a lot, I can't get her out my head
Keep talkin' and you'll get wrecked, everyone in yo' gang in danger
We gon' hit yo man wit TEC's, make that pussy ass boy need a trainer
We gon' run right through yo' door, oh my God
I'm sliding in that ghost, zero problems
I say it and it goes, cannot stop it
Ho' just like her a bag, she don't want my heart
He can act but he won't get cast, he don't play no part
Yo' boyfriend warmin' the bench, he ain't ever gon' start
I don't text back, don't need friends, I just need more dollars
In a trance 'bout throwin' that white girl, all of the fans, they beggin' for me
We did not come 'round here to fight y'all, we keep things for settling beef
Every time I lose track, gotta write down: buy more tees, it's better for me
We gon' knock his motherfuckin' lights out, give him wings and set him free
