Go on and cry

Told these bitches, "Shut the fuck up 'bout my lore"

Two shots of Malört

Then I'm fucked up on the floor

I think— I think you fucked up (You fucked up)

I'm not keepin' score (Yeah, uh)

I think he know too much (Fuck)

He don't like me no more (Go on and cry)

(J—)

Yeah, oh (Yeah, yeah)

I think he know too much (Fuck)

He don't like me no more (Oh)

Cuts on my leg and I don't even know (Uh)

I don't give a fuck 'bout dough (Fuck)

I don't give a fuck 'bout dough (Go on and cry)

I don't give a fuck 'bout dough

I don't give a fuck 'bout dough

I just make my shit

Watch the money grow (Oh)

I still leave my bills at the door

I've been eating good

It's some meals I miss the most (Go on and cry)

Give my manager hell, he take it like a pro

I would've quit last year, but I know too much ball

Uh, so many times I cut it close

I brought my boy a bottle (Go on and cry)

Say, "Let's have a toast" (Yeah, J—)

And he don't care about my lore

Two shots of Malört (Yeah)

Then I'm fucked up on the floor

I think— I think you fucked up (You fucked up)

I'm not keepin' score (Yeah, uh)

I think he know too much (Fuck)

He don't like me no more (Go on and cry)

(Revenge)

Yeah, oh (Yeah, yeah)

I think he know too much (Fuck)

He don't like me no more (Oh)

I don't give a fuck 'bout dough

I don't give a fuck 'bout dough

I don't give a fuck 'bout dough

I don't give a fuck 'bout dough (Go on and cry)

Rock