Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh You like these bitches for the wrong reasons I fight demons, I left all mine at Four Seasons I change the weather, I'll be gone till November I cross paths with rappers that be hard to remember Athletes in my ***, wish they baby mama see him That's the type of money I pay in per diem Do I look like I wear Gucci bags? Do I look like I'm the type to make your exes and your groupies mad? Probably never *** a bitch that had a bigger bag And by judging that off the bitches you already had If I learn one thing from my dad It's depending on the nigga have you going outside Fool me once and that's just shame on you Fool me twice and I can't never put that blame on you I know they hate it when you run the game, they ran on you Talk to God but you never type my name on you I never seen this yet I did you before my meet and talk And we never see it yet So anybody see the light I will never see it yet A roll back everything Laptop, phone, everything, everything Everything, everything, everything, everything I get everything that I wanted I get everything that I wanted