"L.A.N." lyrics

Bitch, you on the phone with them lame-ass niggas (For real)
She kick it with the same-ass niggas
I ain't trippin', know that shit part of the game, my nigga
I take the money with the blame, go figure
On the low, he used to be a ho
I pull up in a foreign car, fuck a four-door
If shit ain't 'bout the dough, I prolly can't indulge
Shawty pass another cup, I'm tryna pour more

Bitch, you on the phone with them lame-ass niggas
Just get the fuck from 'round me
Could tell you been lost for a while, how you found me?
Tryna show the world what we on, know the town seein'
You too busy chattin', I'm tryna rollin' this blunt
You broke up in the limelight, I'm rich up in the cut
She told me that I never care, I'm lookin' for a fuck
I never gave a fuck, ho, this fur coat cut
In the spot with my shades like I'm Kurt Cobain
My name hold weight, shawty say I got stain
I'm fuckin' with your shape, I'm fuckin' with your frame
Tryna figure out your mind, I know we not the same
'Cause you been like

Bitch, you on the phone with them lame-ass niggas (For real)
She kick it with the same-ass niggas
I ain't trippin', know that shit part of the game, my nigga
I take the money with the blame, go figure
On the low, he used to be a ho
I pull up in a foreign car, fuck a four-door
If shit ain't 'bout the dough, I prolly can't indulge
Shawty pass another cup, I'm tryna pour more

Bitch, you on the phone with them lame ass niggas
Should get the fuck from 'round me
Could tell you been lost for awhile, how you find me?
Know the town seein'
Bitch, you on the phone with them lame-ass niggas (Facts, facts)
Fuck, yeah, fuck, yeah
Bitch, you on the phone with them lame-ass niggas