[Intro]
I swear to God, I swear to God, on slime
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
I swear to God on everything I love
Two girls, two girls, they told-they told me today, they say
“Man, you always mad”
You hear me? M-Montana was talkin' to 'em, but I’m like “Damn”
(Winners Circle)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Oh, I ain’t even know that pain could show
I cancel two of my shows and my Lord know I need that dough
Leave the bank, pocket full of rolls, I got on Prada head to toe
I cannot sell my soul, my pain run deep, don’t trust these hoes

[Verse 1]
Yeah, hop in the back and my pain running deep
Like to stack up that money way taller than me
And these n***as be dissin', [?] than me
And I’m never gon' stop 'till they all be deceased
I could be on the top with my heart in the streets
I’ma stand on the block with that Glock in my reach
And I know you don’t love me, you leavin' me
All this lovin' and shit be deceiving me, oh
Not plenty friends, got my shirt tucked in with a big back end, yeah-eh
Got Gucci [?] skin with all my men, with a new F-N, yeah-eh
If that boy not a slime, he don’t know what I’m sayin'
Got a stick in the back and it shoot on demand (Brrd)
Got my right or a left, I am one of the men
When I hop out the car, I’ma ask “Whatchu' sayin'?”
[Chorus]
Oh, I ain’t even know that pain could show
I cancel two of my shows and my Lord know I need that dough
Leave the bank, pocket full of rolls, I got on Prada head to toe
I cannot sell my soul, my pain run deep, don’t trust these hoes

[Verse 2]
Shawty sayin' she can heal my pain, I cannot see that, oh
Shawty tell me she ain’t got no main, but bitch always wan' go run home
Feelings flowin' out the [?]
I could count every line on top of my ring
I could help you go find yo' true love and yo' dream
'Cause I’m not the criteria, know whatchu' mean
Bitch, I’ma real young n***a, ain’t never gon' settle
I never bow down to nobody
Got that Nawf in my heart and I come out the [?]
But I could put yo' heart in the palm of my pocket
While we fly on the plane, l could kill everybody
Play with my feelings, I knock off the pilot (Bah)
My love what you want but you ran when you got it
Now the look that I got startin' to scare everybody (Fuck)

[Chorus]
Oh, I ain’t even know that pain could show
I cancel two of my shows and my Lord know I need that dough
Leave the bank, pocket full of rolls, I got on Prada head to toe
I cannot sell my soul, my pain run deep, don’t trust these hoes
Oh, I ain’t even know that pain could show
I cancel two of my shows and my Lord know I need that dough
Leave the bank, pocket full of rolls, I got on Prada head to toe
I cannot sell my soul, my pain run deep, don’t trust these hoes (No-no)