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Eh, eh
Uoh-oh-oh
BG, this is a banger

Baby, take what you want, I have to leave
I have so much shit on me that I can't forget
I have to be about my business and you have to shine
Each one is for their own and will go to their place
I'm more into Gucci, Prada, just to hang out with the dumbshit
You're about gold and diamonds to go out at night
I'm more about being on point crossing paths in that car
And you like elegant, champagne that's lavish
You're going for the rich, I come from the mud
You want style, I want to be in the gang
You want Polo or a long-neck shirt
And I want to go with a hood to catch all those softies
I put money, I pull late 'cause when we party it's RIP
Every time I'm with you, I don't think I fit here
When we were partying and I caught a VIP
And ended up on that corner with my guy from Madrid
I put money on my broddy, just to get it out the block
You know I'm tough, no one's going to stop me
Baby, you know I'm tough and that I'm real
And you know I come from a world that I want to reign
She wants luxury, I'm from the hood
She with dishes, I clean with a scrub
She's a pretty girl and I'm a bad boy
She has everything but I'm the one who brought it

And I can't anymore, I'm sorry, mommy, I'm sincere
I don't want this love to be about money
You better find a new one
One of those who don't grab their balls
And I try and I'm not going to change
How many times did you tell me it was going to end?
And I trying to give you a little more
For a life that I really couldn't afford

I'm seeing that screenshot that arrived on my phone
While I read you that message that said I love you
While I see that lie and I look like a fool
Thinking what I've done for this and above all how
I'm still in the corner, they caught me in the Mary and cocaine car
I'm from the hood but I'm really up there
I don't want love that hurts me, distrust me
I'm going too fast, if you call me I'm drunk, I'm on the highway
It distracts me, because it makes me think and want to undress her
Fetty on me, lotta of bitches on me
Trappin' with the bandits, she doesn't want me anymore
Because I keep trappin', as she say she love me
She's not around anymore, now she says I should go to sleep
That I should come to her house to sleep
That she doesn't care if I don't have money
She regrets letting me go
And I'm here, still here, in the street
They tell me I'm not for you
And if I don't make you happy
Why do you tell me to go there? Oh, oh