Why you gotta do me like that?
My face in my hands, you got me down bad
Why you gotta do me like that?
Tracin my steps trynna see what I did, but I know I aint do shit to deserve this
Now that you got me
In your pocket
You trynna call the shots but bitch no please just stop it
Never find one like me
These boys they carbon copies
They look like Denis Rodman, way back in the 1990s
I got that loot, come rob me
Like Jenga, stack your bodies
No, BONES dont like nobody
Smoke dope, go ghost, Im out of here
Kicking raps is the hobby
We cash up in the lobby
We only here for 24 hours, Im tryna see whats poppin
City lights they shinin
The budget just keep climbin
Boy you need to sell them diamonds I notice your numbers droppin
To me that dont mean nothin
But to you its everything
Better round up cars, chains, clothes and the fancy diamond rings
Why you gotta do me like that?
My face in my hands, you got me down bad
Why you gotta do me like that?
Tracin my steps trynna see what I did, but I know I aint do shit to deserve this