"Pretty Girls" lyrics

(Cutta, we rich)

Locked in
But I still'll go and make the block spin, you know
Treat you like you number one, not top ten, you know
And I know you thinkin' that I'm not shit, you know
I've been way too clocked in
Pretty girls love me, so a nigga got options
You gon' make me leave just for thinkin' that I'm not shit
I come over every other day, you say I'm toxic, watch this
I done put you on, you think you hot shit
Why the fuck I trust you? Had you 'round me when the Glock spit, you know
Way too much, I treat like the topic, you know
Talking 'bout you, I make you the topic, you know
Sometimes when I go to lane switch, I'm swervin'
Took you from the suburbs to suburbans
I'm the reason you went out and told someone you hurtin'
I'm the reason why you feel like you've been in your Birkin

You know
That it isn't easy this way, why you leave me this way? (Ah, ah, ah)
I guess it's 'cause I ain't shit
But you know
You ain't have to leave me that way, why you leave me that way? (Ah, ah, ah)

(Yeah) You sayin' that I 'ain't shit'
But you do 'ain't shit' niggas every day
And you the type put niggas in they place
And you the type to have it all, I like your way, oh
4AM at the club, gotta stay up
You shouldn't leave now, I'm on my way up
You shouldn't leave now, I'm on my way up
You know when I get home, we gon' lay up
I say that I love you, I don't play much
I say that I love you, I don't say much
And we gon' really make love, we ain't gotta play, fuck, yeah
Everything
Even told you everything, would've bought a wedding ring
I don't really see too many dudes that's ahead of me
You say I'm a dog, I bet you'll feed me Pedigree
You say that I ain't shit, that's the reason that you tellin' me
You know I only hang where the fellas be
But the fellas ain't shit, I know it
Give me one more chance, I won't blow it

Locked in
But I still'll go and make the block spin, you know
Treat you like you number one, not top ten, you know
And I know you thinkin' that I'm not shit, you know
I've been way too clocked in
Pretty girls love me, so a nigga got options
You gon' make me leave just for thinkin' that I'm not shit
I come every other day, you say I'm toxic, watch this
I done put you on, you think you hot shit
Why the fuck I trust you? Had you 'round me when the Glock spit, you know
Way too much, I treat like the topic, you know
Talk about you, I make you the topic, you know
Sometimes when I go to lane switch, I'm swervin'
Took you from the suburbs to suburbans
I'm the reason you went out and told someone you hurtin'
I'm the reason why you feel like you've been in your Birkin