Nostalgia

My ex bitch won't leave me alone she blowing my phone, she know she can't stop it
Dirty ghost glock on my hip for a fuck nigga talkin' I might just fuck round and cock it
She say I don't see her enough I see her one night, she gon' fuck around and take off her clothes
I told my good nigga, I only need four things money, sex, drugs, and hoes
You know that one feeling when you love her a lot but you know a young nigga can't fuck around and keep her
A broke nigga can't fuck a bougie hoe she said she want jimmy choo, all on her sneakers
I told her I love her, she know that I'm cap I walk in her crib and I'm smelling like reefa
Young nigga startin' to get money I can't fuck with no hoe, can't fuck with no treesha
My payroll hit, I count up my racks I told my niggas straight to the bank
I'm ahead of you niggas, ahead of the game most of y'all niggas is really unranked
Going 140 in the rain fuck nigga all in my head, I might not make it
I love doin' drugs, you hate doin' drugs you say you gon' pop it, you never gon' take it