Shoulda Made U a Mother

Why you trippin' girl we made for each other
Yeah, I shoulda made you a mother
Yeah I said it and I meant that
Wrote it down I never sent that

I've seen you shopping, Whole Foods to be exact
I didn't stop you, old news to be exact
But now I'm thinking girl I made a mistake
Cause you was like an angel, I could barely relate
I see your Instagram you've been taking flights
Now you fucking with the nigga that's been in your likes
Now you giving chances to these niggas riding bikes
Thinking that you really doing something for your life
Girl, who been here for fights with your mom, Fights on the lawn,
Fights in the call,
Fights with the cops,
Fights with your boss,
Picture this, me and you, minus them, that's a crop
I remember me and you, in the whip, tryna cop
Hit the streets, in my little beast, finally hit the beach, backup piece, keep the windows up, we can't even breathe
Used to love that you loved to smoke
It was like a pro with that on the roll
We was on a roll
I ain't ever planned to let you go, nah
Then I had to let you go
Addicted to the alcohol, wonder why you never call (wonder why you never call)
Wonder if it's for the best, wonder if you were the best

I'd be lying if I said that I'm straight
Really wonder if I accidentally fucked with my fame
Now I, get it, get it, I got it too late
I been, tripping, lately, we could've been great
I've been waiting for ya, praying for ya, saving for ya
If we meet again I got a million and a baby for ya
Been a minute since we had to end it
Gotta wonder how you feel about it, no beginning
Fuck it, we should meet again, do it all different
Every time I said I love you, girl, you know I meant it
I ain't ever been the one to try and figure feelings
I ain't ever fall in love but I think I'm in it
Trip on them and fall, girl, it's been a minute
Probably even fell, girl, I must admit it
Girl, you could've been the one if you saw the vision
I ain't really got the time, girl, I'm on a mission
You've been hella distant
Tryna, walk, girl, I'm limping
Every song I'm singing I'm sipping the haters
Gotta get back on my pimping and chasing my paper
Gotta get back on my solo, save women for later
Music's my now and my later
I want the cover of Fame
I want a fucking Ferrari
I want the crib on the beach
I want the one with the body
I think it's time we should speak

Why you trippin' girl we made for each other
Yeah, I shoulda made you a mother
Yeah I said it and I meant that
Wrote it down I never sent that