Maniac, go stupid
You ever counted, a hundred thousand five minutes
I'm a freak, if it's wet I might dive in it
I'm having green, caddy truck when it's all tinted
I be all alone, cause I don't think niggas authentic
Said pardon me, told her I'ma need more energy
But honestly I like a bitch who moving independently
I can't leave out with my pole home when I'm in the street
She keep begging me to slow down when I'm going deep
I can't fuck or love no freak, they want me cause my money long
I ain't tryn' cuddle on ya, she just get me hit and then I'm gone
She say I can't pay my bills, it's getting tough, she stressed out
I picked up everything an turned that bitch to a stash house
Hit me when you wanna link with me, she think I'm lying, I said I'm sleep
She just can't wait to get the D, I made her tap out
I ain't never had a nine to five, I learned early how to survive
I like count big knots of cash, I took the fast route
I can tell from how you dress, you really in a fashion
I think it hit different when you do it without them asking
Money coming in everywhere, but I'm still bippin' in traffic
If you ain't been hearing from me, it's cause lately I've been rapping
You ever counted, a hundred thousand five minutes
I'm a freak, if it's wet I might dive in it
I'm having green, caddy truck when it's all tinted
I be all alone, cause I don't think niggas authentic
Said pardon me, told her I'ma need more energy
But honestly I like a bitch who moving independently
I can't leave out with my pole home when I'm in the street
She keep begging me to slow down when I'm going deep
She want my time today, only want a nigga that's gon' spoil her everyday
Feel like a holiday, see you from a mile away
And I know about your past, but I was wondering would you still try to lie to me
She want Dior, Dior, I used to grow up run her projects, walk into the store
She used to tell her niggas lies, forgetting who she's screwing
Out til the early morning, but now I treat you like a hoe you say you swerving on me
But I like red bones, who like expensive style
Racks is the only thing that make you smile, oh no
In the SRT, driving around the town, let's go
Told me that I gotta slow down, go slow
You ever counted, a hundred thousand five minutes
I'm a freak, if it's wet I might dive in it
I'm having green, caddy truck when it's all tinted
I be all alone, cause I don't think niggas authentic
Said pardon me, told her I'ma need more energy
But honestly I like a bitch who moving independently
I can't leave out with my pole home when I'm in the street
She keep begging me to slow down when I'm going deep