[Refrain]
What can I
It's cost me a lot [x5]
[Verse 1]
Just One of Dem Days
A n***a feel like flossin'
A Stone Cold Stunna, b**h I'm Steve Austin
Cool as Drew Brees, I'm blowin' a few Gs
Just to hear them hoes say he's awesome
He's awful, yeah remember when ya fronted on me
Pulled up beside me in that big body and stunted on me
Or when the bouncer just announced that it was bottle service only
Then he kicked me out the line, yeah he punted on me
Well look I'm back b**h, back with an attitude
Buyin' out the bar, cause I feel like this the sh** I gotta prove
Last year the cashier told me my card was not approved
Now I'm tippin' the server a hundred to show my gratitude
Easy, told you I'd be back baby, I guess you ain't believe me
Now I'm living just like the n***as you see on TV
VIP feeling like this club oughta thank me
I hit the bar just so y'all can see I'm ballin', HD
[Refrain]
It's cost me a lot
Big chains, big whips with wood grain
It's cost me a lot
My God, my watch make momma think someone might rob
It's cost me a lot
Fast life and till the gas light
Copped the type of sh** you couldn't get at half price
It's cost me a lot
Look but don't touch motherf**er, think twice
It's cost me a lot
Now I don't love no material things
But I'm in love with the feelings they bring
I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that
Damn, how, how, how, how he do that
Now I don't love no material things
But I'm in love with the feelings they bring
I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that
Damn, how, how, how, how he do that
[Verse 2]
Knee deep in the game, my chain heavy
Somebody get the pilot and ask is the plane ready
To handle all the weight on my shoulders we takin' off
Don't wanna meet Aaliyah but yet I can't take it off
Cause how I'm supposed to shine without the proper bling
Remember when I did a show with Waka Flocka Flame
Felt naked cause the boy rocked about a thousand chains
Guess we rock a lot of ice cause we got a lot of pain
Thats five hundred years of swellin', I'm tryna tell 'em
Jacob the Jeweler is cooler now he a felon
Jay put a stamp on the n***a but wouldn't mail him
If he couldn't sell him, so what that tell him, huh
My chain heavy and my b**hes look very thorough
Must be the money like Deion with the Jheri curl
White Range, call that motherf**a Larry Bird
I got em hangin' on every word
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