MoneyBagg Yo - Appeal lyrics

[MoneyBagg Yo:] I popped a pill then I popped another one I copped a chain and I copped another one The Rollie was plain so I went and flooded one Just got a crib, now I want another one Baby mama callin’, trippin’, jealous ’bout the other one I told her I wasn’t gon’ have no more kids I f**ed around and had another one These b**hes ain’t sh**, why the f** is you cuffin’ ’em Why the f** is you lovin’ ’em? These b**hes gon’ f** any n***a with a name Tell me why the f** you trustin’ ’em I got to sneak a tool in the club so I’m tuckin’ em You play, I’m bustin’ ’em If you got the drank I’m a loyal customer I bought a pint and bought another one I know that’s your friend but I was just tempted f** me so good I flew her to Memphis I told you I’m sorry bae, I was just tripping I know I was out of place, I was just slipping Like a wave flow, full of petrol At the awards show in some retros Hitters with me on ready set go Trap still boomin’ like it’s Metro Keep the tool on me, Home Depot Three b**hes with me, now that’s Cee Lo I’m Bread Gang, I might catch a R.I.C.O Ice on me, I’ma need a peacoat Light show techno, the way my neck glow Ask my white b**h, she like heck no Like a wave flow the way her neck scroll Got her number, say you down to deepthroat The b**h ain’t got nothin’ good to me, but I want another one I don’t know what it is ’bout that AP but I want another one This foreign coupe got me feelin’ like Khaled, I want another one I blew a bankroll yesterday, woke up to another one I popped a pill then I popped another one I copped a chain and I copped another one The Rollie was plain so I went and flooded one Just got a crib, now I want another one Baby mama callin’, trippin’, jealous ’bout the other one I told her I wasn’t gon’ have no more kids I f**ed around and had another one These b**hes ain’t sh**, why the f** is you cuffin’ ’em Why the f** is you lovin’ ’em? These b**hes gon’ f** any n***a with a name Tell me why the f** you trustin’ ’em I got to sneak a tool in the club so I’m tuckin’ em You play, I’m bustin’ ’em If you got the drank I’m a loyal customer I bought a pint and bought another one My pockets fat, yours anorexic I f**ed her and f**ed on her bestie And she ain’t ’bout sh** but she s**y And get straight to the point when she s**t me I went and pulled up to the dealer Hopped out the Benz coupe and hopped in the Wraith And I still drive that V12 Aston Martin, n***a you don’t wanna race I’m tryna duck the feds but at the same time feed my kids I’m on the road doin’ shows now, gotta thank God for the gift I got a main b**h but at the same time tryna f** with another b**h I’m tryna keep focused, at the same time wanna crash like f** this sh** I’m tryna balance it all out, all out I’m tryna balance it all out I’m tryna balance it all out, all out I’m tryna balance it all out I face a blunt and I pop a perc And I sip the drink ’til it’s all out n***as wan’ try me ’cause I’m in position I want to load it up and draw done I popped a pill then I popped another one I copped a chain and I copped another one The Rollie was plain so I went and flooded one Just got a crib, now I want another one Baby mama callin’, trippin’, jealous ’bout the other one I told her I wasn’t gon’ have no more kids I f**ed around and had another one These b**hes ain’t sh**, why the f** is you cuffin’ ’em Why the f** is you lovin’ ’em? These b**hes gon’ f** any n***a with a name Tell me why the f** you trustin’ ’em I got to sneak a tool in the club so I’m tuckin’ em You play, I’m bustin’ ’em If you got the drank I’m a loyal customer I bought a pint and bought another one