[Intro: Marcus Bank$]
Shawty's on my mind like all the time
Only this she like to do is grind
Hope she hurries and makes up her mind
Try and catch this hoe she hard to find
[Hook: Marcus Bank$ (x4)]
I drank to that
Make rain for that
She stay for that
I got her stressing out
[Verse 1 : Marcus Bank$]
It's been a few days
Been calling me up
Been wanting some love
I tell her tough luck
She stressing me out
She says she want out
Got nowhere to go
We go to my house
And we hit the couch
She got no idea that she stressing me out
I wanna go out
But she trapping me in like my mind runs a mile
And that ain't my style
I'm all about being myself like a child
I'm just freaking out
To be honest I just wanna stay for a while
Just me being honest
I don't even try to call it, yeah
You call the shots, I'm on my Stephen Curry pot it, yeah
You outta luck I swear you tried too hard and lost it, yeah
You got some-something for a player that ain't on it, yeah, oh
[Hook: Marcus Bank$ (x4)]
I drank to that
Make rain for that
She stay for that
I got her stressing out
[Verse 2: Jim Steeze]
I'm bout to go sick with this flow
Bout' to give dick to your hoe, oh no
Calvin and Steeze on a row
Marcus designing his clothes, yeah
I'm bout to pop me a molly
I'm bout to lean in the cut with ya
She told me she stressin' out
Let's be honest you're lucky I f** with ya
Let's be honest you knew I do better
f** it, I'm onto this cheddar
I f**ed her the first night I met her
That p**y pop like Berettas
Talkin' attention I'm centre
I'm up all night writing letters
Tru keep that lean in his beverage
I'm off of molly she stressing
I got her stressing out
I didn't realize that I had to tell you when I'm off one, oh bae
You prolly think that it's a big deal but it's not one, oh bae
She stressing out, she stressing out
[Hook: Marcus Bank$ (x4)]
I drank to that
Make rain for that
She stay for that
I got her stressing out
[Verse 3: Cal'lex]
Said
She got shots and I got sh** to forget
Do a round, buy a round for her friends
Get it ground, take it straight to the head
Throwin' money
Shootin' straight from the hip
Everytime that I'm in and out
When I get back
They all wanna know what I did then
Public eye, public interest
Then I, drop a stack on a b**h chest
Making me feel big, yes
But that's not the reason I think I did that
It's cause I ball
Get fresh every time I bought shoes
Say, leave my babies at the door?
You think I take them off?
I'll do whatever I want to
I just want it all, so I stay up and I draw shoes
I wanna be fresh and I wanna get you all too
So we got the factory to stitch it
And we sent it to our call dudes
They gonna check it for the quality
It aught to be the best f**ing shirt they ever seen or it's gone
I don't wanna be mean but I got to
If I can't be perfect, then I wanna be a God, oh
[Hook: Marcus Bank$ (x4)]
I drank to that
Make rain for that
She stay for that
I got her stressing out