CA$H - SPEAK. Lyrics

Baby look bad as shit, top of the mix, ima get it at home
Baby look fine as shit, how I'm gon' miss her, I'm never alone
Baby look bad as f*ck, come to my house lookin' mad as f*ck
Ain't nobody better than us, said that I'm leavin', I'm thinkin' bout her

Yeah, I might just delete yo number, might just post on the gram'
Get a few likes, might just deplete yo number
Yeah, shit, cause I'm movin' faithfully,
Got a hundred round drum on the side of my arm, so all of my fellas feel safe with me

I know a lot of y'all people be addicts
A lot of y'all people be wishin' y'all had it
But a lot of y'all ain't got the nerve
A lot of y'all people be feelin' unheard

A lot of y'all wanna be sum', wanna be perfect, don't wanna be numb
But what if I wanna be great
Would you stop lyin' and get out the way
Yeah

Cause girlie, I'm used to your tricks
F*ck up the party, I feel a little naughty
And then I remember there's dreams to be chased
Yeah, get out the way, yeah

Yeah, I say I love you, but I can't stay
Just stop playin' games with me
You gon' carry my bags cause im bringin' my things with me,
Movin' real dangerous

Life move fast, ain't nobody tamin' me
I'm hangin' around bitches, thinkin' bout the same bitch
Told me I ain't gettin' no riches
Still thinkin' bout the same shit

Thinkin' bout shit thats gon' get in my way
So get out my face, bitch
Don't even talk, I just want you to leave
Shit

Yeah
Cause I'm used to your tricks
But lil mama, I'm tired of your games
Yeah

Mama i feel a lil strange, and I hope you can hear me
Teeth look purty, yeah
Face look weird, but her hair look curly
All black fit

I'm thinkin' bout shit, will it fit
Will it get in the way
Be thinkin' bout dates
Thinkin' bout plays at the theater, or just stayin' awake

So baby, I'm sorry
Hate that I told you I'm sleepin', and messin' wit shawty
But baby, I'm sorry
Baby, I'm sorry

Baby, I'm..
Baby, I'm..
Baby, I'm..
Shit

Yeah
Baby, I'm sorry
I'm bout two cups in wit' a white gen 5
Only rap so i feel real alive

Baby real fine, and she down for the side
Shi different, she see through my lie
I been dumb high off a 3.5
I'm lyin', this shit a lil vibe

3.2 to the man in the back
He ain't smokin', that boy is a vet
I'm on the road and I feel a little wicked
I'm sorry ain't takin' you with me

She all alone, let her hold a lil 50
Baby, don't make no sense
Doubled my pockets, ain't worried bout' rent
And mama i ain't buyin' no shit

Claimin' we close, but you just suck my dick
Sayin baby we made us a hit