You're Lost

Know I had to tell my girl This ain't that Woah, I don't want you back Yeah, I'm just counting racks Ya, the money won't bring her back (It won't) Ya, and I just want her back Want her back (I want her back) Yah, say you made your money back flip you lyin' Skrt-skrt, big Lambo' now I'm drivin' Give her the D yeah she fight it Yeah she turn around and she like it Woah slide on it, ride on it Turn around girl, bite on it Diamond chain, you can shine a light on it I hit your girl, yeah it's tight homie I'm so fly you fly a kite on me Stand on my money, you got some height on me Yeah no that is not my homie I said no that is not my homie I was in Miami with my old homies Fucked on your girl when she got lonely Skrt-skrt Yeah my car it go skrt-skrt Might fuck around and buy a new one Cowboy status walk with two guns, yeah Wait, hold up Diamonds all on my teeth feeling sunny I'mma walk through the game 'til I run it I just left out the bank with 100 (Wait, wait, wait 100,000? Yeah) I know she was with you some time ago She left you 'cause um boy so broke Boy you a joke Boy you a hoax She got with her boss 'cause boy you a ho Yeah, he ain't got no money I swear that, that boy be doin' that most He say he gon' get me touched Tryna put on a show Talkin' that he gotta go 30k down for the low Everybody be quiet yeah Gotta keep the blinds closed Who that knockin' at my door Runnin' out the back door Saint Laurent 'cause of Yeezy Remember life wasn't easy Remember girls didn't need me Now they beggin' just to meet me Bad girl from Waikiki And she wetter than a squeegee Long legs just like Dee Dee Lil nigga just like Dexter But she know I'mma flex her And you know I'mma finesse her Young nigga gettin' money Girl are you F I was in Miami with my old homies Fucked on your girl when she got lonely