Ty Dolla Sign (Ty Dolla $ign) - All lyrics

[Hook] I've been sitting on all this weed, might as well smoke it all I've been meeting lots of pretty b**hes, might as well f** 'em all And I've been making lots of money, might as well spend it all Who the f** is all these new n***as? They ain't my friends at all [Verse 1] She bad, but she drive a buggie, I f**ed and told her, "Go" My ex b**h tryna get back together "Hi", I f**ed and told her, "No" My name getting bigger, my price is going up I don't even know b**hes that come through and ain't tryna f** We did it, we done it, now who can we blame? Now I'm just tryna get used to the fame I had a b-day party for my lil' daughter See two of my b**hes, try not to get caught up, oh yeah These hoes ain't got morals Tryna get wet after she f**ed us on the tour bus She think my real name is Dolla $ign She got it tatted on her upper thigh [Hook] I've been sitting on all this weed, might as well smoke it all I've been meeting lots of pretty b**hes, might as well f** 'em all And I've been making lots of money, might as well spend it all Who the f** is all these new n***as? They ain't my friends at all [Verse 2] I just love the drank dipped in wax, girl, I ain't a pimp, I'm a Mack Love is blind, so I hit it from the back Now she don't know how to act I'll be f**ing 'till day time with the blinds open I'll be diving in face first with my eyes open What they hating on us for? We take the weed wherever we go And all we do is s** and d** She say: "When I hit it slow, it feel like making love" She bought me some shoes, I got her earrings First cla**, first time on an airplane Your man ain't ever did nothing like that for you You love him, won't leave him, but you ain't loyal You ain't my friend at all You the type of b**h that make a n***a spend it all Yeah [Hook] I've been sitting on all this weed, might as well smoke it all I've been meeting lots of pretty b**hes, might as well f** 'em all And I've been making lots of money, might as well spend it all Who the f** is all these new n***as? They ain't my friends at all [Voicemail outro: Big TC] West bro, this sh** goes straight to voicemail Must be on Airplane mode or somethin' I was tryna holla at you, now I can They went all up to the other yard Esé's gon' towards the Woods It was like 120 Mexicans, it was like 7 white boys Like 20 on each one A game, a game of soccer like They was just stompin' and f**in' them boys man That sh** was crazy Plus police started shootin' and all that Layed them all down A bullet just jumped up out of no where Got back crankin' again Even when it over he got [?] They stayed down tho', that sh** was just Loc'd out n***as could've died out there tho' Get a n***a up outta here bro sh** crazy I hit you tho' when I can I got some beefy a** songs Prison Break 2, 20 songs I love you tho' Salaam Aleikum