(Hook: LaVish)
Everyday, I'm out here working
Trying to find my purpose, baby
And when the money comin' slow
You talkin'bout you wanna go
Funny how when I was paid
Your a** wouldn't stay away but hey
I ain't tripping cuz I'm on my grind
f** being in love, and a 9 to 5
(Verse 1: Vince Staples)
So you wanna sit and talk about I ain't got sh**
But I remember I was broke and you was on my dick
I f**ed up when I bought your stupid a** a Christmas gift
And now you act like I owe you sh**
b**h, well I don't mean to call you that, but
My mother taught me judge a woman based on how she acts
And you wanna down a brother cuz he ain't got stacks
Call it drama, and you wonder why Rihanna got slapped
But I won't do that, no I ain't too cool for the extras
I'd much rather mention, you know I won't forget you
Oops, I smell the cheddar, grab my sh**, and then I hurry out
Ask me where I'm goin', don't worry 'bout my wherabouts
Who you think you f**ing with? was up on some My Girl Ruckus sh**
Now I'm on some Mrs. Celie purple colored grubber sh**
Used to be the one love in my life
And now you don't mean sh** so you must think twice, bye
(hook)
(Verse 2: LaVish)
It's like damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?
A ho is a ho and I seem to only date 'em
What happened to the girl that's afraid to have s**
Now you all up in the club with a skimpy a** dress
Your fake a** breasts, but I don't even stress
And when I draw my team, I don't need a lesson
Your bunnies in the mall with your friends at Hot Topic
And wait what you doin' with that pamper, the high grits
My life is probly likely, don't love you b**h you know that
And I was your people when I asked you "where the hoes at?"
And you can find me where the clothes at
Tryna locate me, b**h, f** a low jack
Calm your a** down, and buy yourself a Prozac
Always in my business, "f** you, where the girl at?"
You had a life before, so b**h you need to go back
And I'm just a memory, picture me, and kodak, kodak, yeah
(hook)