And you know that you are
Got ′em spending when you able
You ain't mine baby, you don′t get a label.
She gon' go to what you say
She gon' get up on that stage
Get the money from them niggas
She gon′ do whatever pays
Spending all the days and counting all your wages
And your girl on the phone
Wishing she was there but you tell her that she gotta be patient
Im just trynna kill right
I can do it if you let me
I can get you them Barmains
You aint fucking with a lame
(Sorry i couldnt figure out the rest)