The one that held me down and kinda told the truth
At Warwick every Wednesday
You got yourself a singer, ah
When it was on, we was on fire
Even let you and your girls go whip the Ghost 'round town
Draped you head to toe in Gucci Ghost, wow
And I never got a single fuckin' thank you from you
The more the baddie, more the bratty
Man, I'd take you out for dinners
Take you shopping for them clothes
And you got so fucking cold
And that ain't cost nothing, baby
Real love don't cost a motherfuckin' penny
I miss the way I used to be
And now these drugs controllin' me
It's all your fault, baby
Still reaching for the Henny
And I never got a single fuckin' thank you from you
The more the baddie, more the bratty
Man, I'd take you out for dinners
Take you shopping for them clothes
Before I got so rich and couldn't trust none of these hoes
(Take you shopping for them clothes, before I got so distant and you got so fucking cold)
And now just 'cause we do
On the slow notes, late night
I got snoozegod on my right
I pour a 4 up in my Sprite
When it was on, we was on fire
Even let you and your girls go whip the Ghost 'round town
Draped you head to toe in Gucci Ghost, wow
And I never got a single fucking thank you from you
The more the baddie, more the bratty
Man, I take you out for dinners
Take you shopping for them clothes
And you got so fucking cold
And that ain't cost nothing, baby
Real love don't cost a motherfuckin' penny
I miss they way I used to be
And now these drugs controllin' me
It's all your fault, baby
Still reaching for the Henny
And I never got a single fuckin' thank you from you
The more the baddie, more the bratty
Man, I take you out for dinners
Take you shopping for them clothes
Before I got so rich and couldn't trust none of these hoes