Loose Change lyrics

[Intro]
(Back with my people)
Ayy, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
It's no problem, we can put you on a centerfold
He a model now we gave that boy that indigo
Yeah, the blues, mommy told me you can watch it but don't ever trust the news
I'm in Cali' smoking flavors, I got too much sh*t to choose
Boy, you can't deny the way my b*tch credit too good to lose
Said she got a GUCCI fetish, she keep on sending me nudes (Haha, b*tch)
Don't get lost in the Biscotti smoke
Don't put me as a reference, I don't answer for anonymous
I just popped another Perc', I feel likе Don Toliver
He a lame in thе club tryna holler at the bottle girls
I stay with the same team
He be switching gangs every week, call him Jeff Teague
You just bought her Fendi and that b*tch wanna F me (I'm with a chef)
I just served another fiend n*gga, I'm just helping
I just bust another script n*gga but I'm healthy
"Why you don't like broke b*tches?" 'Cause I'm wealthy
Met her at the show I just gave her my hotel key
Living in a symphony
Praying to the planets after this that they will 'member me
What will it cost? Huh
I ain't never lost, huh
Only thing I f*ck is feds, all these f*cking cops, huh
I might catch a pig in a bag, Randy Moss, huh
I just stare up at the sun just to fix my posture
She be sick-y off the Perkies, call her molly nauseous
L.A. b*tches hella wicked, they might steal my coffin
I turn into a monster
All these n*ggas be my kids but they f*cking fostered
Why this b*tch be on my di*k like I f*cking bought her?
Tell me why you love me baby, yeah, I need a thesis
I'm not into f*cking b*tches that saying they need me
I just need a angel
Hit that pus*y from the side, looking for the angle
Get that money to myself, I don't need a label
We be f*cking for the fun, we don't need a label