"At This Point" lyrics

"At This Point"

(MIA JAY C)
Yeah, huh, yeah

See, at this point, I done fucked a lot of niggas' wifes
See, at this point, I done spent too much money on ice
I'm really gettin' to a bag, I'm not caught up in the hype
I'm really doin' shit, if I get caught, would probably get me life
See, at this point, every day, I gotta keep my pistol
See, at this point, I'm only focused on gettin' richer

I'm on the road doin' shows, I'll still send a hit
Never play football, but I'll still send a blitz
Niggas lame, he be thinkin' with his dick, send a bitch
Every pop got a six, every Glock got a switch
It's a lot of niggas that be hatin' 'cause they ain't havin'
Heard a nigga said that I was broke, I bought a Patek
Fifty pair of Diors, but now I'm only rockin' Lanvins
If I pull up, shit get tragic, everybody like, "What happened?"
You got a plan, then spend the money 'fore you get it, that shit backwards
Her body cool, but I can't hit the bitch, her face average
Had a foursome with some hoes, they all high, I'm just pressin'
In the trap, all we got is Glocks and pots in the cabinets
Yeah

See, at this point, I done fucked a lot of niggas' wifes
See, at this point, I done spent too much money on ice
I'm really gettin' to a bag, I'm not caught up in the hype
I'm really doin' shit, if I get caught, would probably get me life
See, at this point, every day, I gotta keep my pistol
See, at this point, I'm only focused on gettin' richer

I was wrappin' shit up in my granny basement, Big Tigger
Dope boy cashin' out on ice 'cause I'm a rich nigga
Can't believe that I bought a watch and it cost six figures
Gave the bitch some money, I know it's gon' help me hit quicker
Hit his crib, make him move out like he evicted
I got real food, I could fuck around and feed a village
I feel like this bitch is way too messy, I can't hit her
Bitch, you lucky that you came around me, that's a privilege
Before I argue with a broke bitch, I dismiss her
I just got some crazy-ass head from my finsta, huh
I just hit your bitch, she went, but then she kissed you
Before I ever played with pussy, I was playin' with pistols
Keep your mouth closed, they wouldn't have a case without the witness
Pull that blick out, make him shit himself like he an infant

See, at this point, I done fucked a lot of niggas' wifes
See, at this point, I done spent too much money on ice
I'm really gettin' to a bag, I'm not caught up in the hype
I'm really doin' shit, if I get caught, would probably get me life
See, at this point, every day, I gotta keep my pistol
See, at this point, I'm only focused on gettin' richer


album: "4eva In My Bag" (2022)
Tay B - 4eva In My Bag album cover
Really Turnt
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Pay 2 Play
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
777
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
All That Playin
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Ask
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
FREESKI
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Rich All My Life
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Rich Junkie
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Lost Count
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
My Goal
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
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