That's All She Wrote

Now I don't really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me broke I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before But still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah) Goodnight, its over with, that's all she wrote It's stupid how I go in, knowing everybody knowing that I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it Eventually, see they can't beat and then with me they join Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned You tell lies, get caught, nigga, kick rocks You never did blend in with the big shots On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops I just laugh at nigga wishing they was this hot Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off Better that than pissed on I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones Catch me in the end zone High stepping, prime time Thought you niggas been on Ain't no blocking my shine Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the night time I get rich off living life, you check-to-check reciting rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind (Mind, mind) Now I don't really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me broke I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before But still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote You're staring straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed Wait, Sarah, you're late, your train left Mascara and eggs smeared on your face Night's over goodbye, hoe I thought that I told you that spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over Never shoulda came within range of my Rover Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her To still come back to the crib Must want me to mess with her mind Hold up She mistook me for some high-roller Well, I won't buy her soda unless it's Rock & Rye Cola (Faygo's cheaper) Buy you a bag of Fritos I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder If you was bleach and I was hair, I wouldn't die for ya Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars You get your eyes swoll' up, I'm on my straight grizzly So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear Bitch, you're already bi-polar Now I don't really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me It's never me they'll get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I'm gonna go Still I ball like there's no tomorrow Until it's over and that's all she wrote The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it) But don't get mad at me Go blame the chick who wrote this shit Yeah, life is sure a bitch (bitch) But she know I'm rich (I'm rich) That's why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick Here I go again I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in Pesos, Euros, Yen, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gon' be broke again See me posted in anything, wearing any chain Never gon' see me toting anything All you gon' see is bang It's so nice where I kick it Hate you never get to visit Yeah, I'm on another level But you niggas still can get it It's all over 'fore you finish Sorry, bro, this where we end it Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it, Tip? And each one thinks they the shit Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief I'm giving these hoes a dose of their own medicine Let 'em get a good taste of it I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now But in case you didn't I'mma stick this whole pad full of Sticky notes to your forehead and staple it Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it So I pace this shit a little bit quicker That clock I'm racing it double time it But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time That it may take you pricks to catch on While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong Man, I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe-"S" on it, dawg And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well, I guess I'm wrong But if you're gon' tell me that A&W ain't the spot For the best hot dogs, you can get the "F" on, dawg And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane I'm as strong as the King They were gone 'fore they came Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why Now I don't really care what you call me You can even call me cold I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go But still I ball like there's no tomorrow Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah) Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote