Oh, what you know I don't know What you wanted for the better I'm too low Gotta go Gotta give it all All together I'm too cold I don't know You don't love me You just want pleasure She blow a kiss She get intimate Blowing pack i'm really lit She said she get into it Please don't go or im blowing sticks Counting racks i'm getting rich He wanna fight but i gotta blick Counting racks It makes him sick He's so mad his bitch is mid He's so mad he hate on shit Eighty dollars Ay i'm lit I'm just sticking to the script He keep watching all my shit He drops bars It's counterfeit All of his hundreds are counterfeit Hahahahahaha I've been out in yodie-land Off the za I cannot stand It's just so i cannot stand I got so much shit to handle Baby you just read my plans Blowing pack all kind of strands Blowing pack i'm going mad That boy he is way too mad Chilling out in yodie-land Yeah i'm chilling out in yodie-land Oh, what you know I don't know What you wanted for the better I'm too low Gotta go Gotta give it all All together I'm too cold I don't know You don't love me you just want pleasure (You don't love me you just want pleasure)