I don't need nobody sayin' I went and changed on them
You don't know the real me, you all the pain I hold in?
You actin' like I didn't love you better than them
Bitch, you actin' like I ain't treat you better
I put double Gs on your sweater
Anytime you call me, it's whatever
Your first flight, it was private, private jet
I had you runnin' round, goin' Scotty
And I don't like to say what I did for nobody
But I put them wings on your jeans like you flyin'
How you finna turn on your nigga overnight
When them bitches wasn't fuckin' with you baby, I was ridin'
When a nigga wasn't fuckin' with you niggas, I was slidin'
Steppin' on these niggas when these niggas be out of line
I see where your head at, now you simple-minded
Why you even think like that? You niggas bias
Why you gotta lie?
Bitch, I had you drippin' custom linen, ain't no vinyl
Nigga, I had you Christian, Louis Vuitton, dripped in designer
Stacked me a couple million and I ain't switch up on you either
It's that fire
All of them niggas would break your heart
Lil' bitch, I'd stay beside you
I don't wanna snipe him
Once I got that money I turned around and went and signed you
Uh, I know you runnin' through that fire, every day
Think your time'll get expired, any day
I know you runnin' with that fire, everyday
Any nigga come and try you, let it spray
I know you runnin' through that fire, everyday
Think your time'll get expired, any day
I know you runnin' with that fire, everyday
Any nigga come and try you, let it spray
I know you runnin', went through that fire
You think your time will get expired, ayy
I know you runnin' with that fire, yeah
Any nigga come and try you, let it spray
compositores: Bill Kapri, Derek Garcia, Ian McKee, Russell Pochop
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