fucc da party up

Blew that bag on myself because I was selfish (Yee)

Ain't no job gon' give me that money but that mail is, yeah

We know if you was in that jam boy you would be telling (Yee, bee)

Why you talking shit you ain't even got no talent (Bee, bee)

Bitch wan' pull up on me, I'm finally toss her salad

I'm finally pull up on chase bank then go check my balance (Gleek)

I be really on the meds I popped a downer (Nigga, like sheesh)

My bitch don't like broke boys you can't come around her, yeah

I just popped me an Addy or (Three)

She think she fuckin' with (Me)

Can't do that now I know Shawty a (Trish)