Ni**as started to hate when I started to shineLost ties with a couple of ni**as that I loved the mostIf I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn’t of let you close‘Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I scoreI’m getting paid ’cause I been grindin’In and out of state, I’m jumping back from coast to coastOnly worried about the dough, ain’t worried about a hoI ain’t cutting the check with you, ho, you could die brokeAin’t no way could you get my plate after you showed so many flawsCannot love for me, you don’t love yourself, you don’t know how special you areAin’t no way could I be fake how I played the game so rawWhen I when posted at that corner store, I ain’t think I would make it this farBut I did, bi**h, yeah, I didWasn’t tryna flex, I bought my Aventador to live life the greatestEarned my stripes, they hate itGive no f**ks, I made itMy drip the latestProbably somewhere f**kin’ on the baddestI don’t even know the bi**h but I make her call me daddyI don’t even know her but she make me feel happyAnd how I’m f**kin’ on her, woulda thought [?]Ni**as started to hate when I started to shineLost ties with a couple of ni**as that I loved the mostIf I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn’t of let you close‘Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I scoreI’m getting paid ’cause I been grindin’
In and out of state, I’m jumping back from coast to coastOnly worried about the dough, ain’t worried about a hoI ain’t cutting the check with you, ho, you could die brokeAin’t no point in you even tryna cryAin’t no point explaining if you gon’ lieI done gave you chances time after timeBut you just can’t seem to get nothin’ rightYou a thot bi**h, you wanna f**k all nightYou a thot bi**h, know you can’t be my wifeBefore I go and chill you I’d rather go and shoot diceOnly time a ni**a nice when I wanna lay pipeI’ma put her on a flight but I won’t take her out her nightGirl, I’ma f**k you right but I’m not ’bout to change your lifeI’m not ’bout to change your life, no, I can’t do thatSoon as we f**k, I’m sending you backThought I lost, girl, look how I flossStepping in Balenci’s, we shop at RossAnd I ain’t worried about the price, baby, I could pay the costYoung spoiled-ass ni**a, got designer on my drawersNi**as started to hate when I started to shineLost ties with a couple of ni**as that I loved the mostIf I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn’t of let you close‘Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I scoreI’m getting paid ’cause I been grindin’In and out of state, I’m jumping back from coast to coastOnly worried about the dough, ain’t worried about a hoI ain’t cutting the check with you, ho, you could die broke
