Every night, we ball
Don't wanna talk at all
I met her in the summer
Forgot her name by fall
Going AWOL
It's more fun to break the laws
Phone on DND
I ain't trynna take your calls
Never miss when i shoot my shot
It's a hole in one
I met her after five
By eight PM, we done
I was reaching for the sun
It started to get hot
Just because it's necessary
Doesn't mean we need a lot
I'm like
Big Wallet
I don't want you, i'm being honest
Things change
People changing my taste palate
I'm presidential
It's too late to change ballots
An awkward silence
I'm interrupting the race balance
I'm sorry folks
I'm on fire, i'm on a roll
Her ass fat, but her titties, eh!
Honor roll
Talking 'bout her dreams
Not everything what it seems
Now she on the team
Like i don't know what that means
Coming out them jeans
She fast just like she Hakeem
She overrated
Nah, wait that's Supreme
I can't go no farther
Gone off that Nuda
Tequila hittin' like water
Actin' like my friend
Save ya time don't even bother
She call me daddy like i resemble her father
The money comin' in
The money checkin' out
Don't really care about
What niggas all about
Commit another sin
Then buy another round
The wave is coming up
The liquor going down
I ain't never been the type, the type
She don't get no facetime
She yellin' Skype me, Skype
If i'm liking what i'm seeing
That's a private flight
Know she got a boyfriend
Now that's a grimy heist
If you ask that nigga
It's a sensitive topic
Noodles in the sauce pan
Girl, dessert is an option
Shawty went to med school
So if i eat then i'm flossin'
I can't be your buddy, buddy
That's a line i ain't crossin'
You a thot
Girl, your mouth is a baby sitter
It could be my last meal
So i eat big at dinner
The block is hot
I leave the house in the winter
If it's the cops or ops
I'm out the back in a sprinter
I might crop the top
I have em singing like a tenor
I can't leave no paper trail
I'm out the back with the printer
The money comin' in
The money checkin' out
Don't really care about
What niggas all about
Commit another sin
Then buy another round
The wave is coming up
The liquor going down
Now she say she want another man
Always leave when shit hit the fan
Lying, stealing, flexing for the gram
Postin niggas bills on her timeline
Askin' for a front for the gram
They just keep forgetting who i am
Bennie Buckz, i got plenty luck
Now i'm hiding out from under uncle Sam