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)