Charlie’s Angels lyrics

[Verse 1]
You ain't never seen your mama cry
Brother shot slidin', you wasn't there when it's time to ride
How the f*ck scope the scene turn into a homicide?
We stand on business, never see it like it's camouflage
Your card ain't good over here, gotta analyze
I got some b*tches I can't f*ck, so I just fantasize
I got my hands in some sh*t, I need it sanitized
Every time I hear my name, I drop another thousand
All my n*ggas out here hustlin', b*tches, I can't trust 'em
Got her in that spaceship, then your b*tch got abducted
Wе ain't drinkin' no hard liquor, boy, that Cris' got her f*ckin'
Everybody 'round me еatin', even my b*tch got a hundred, easy money

[Chorus]
I don't even wanna be around you, you let the money change you
Three bad b*tches with me, think it's Charlie Angels
You think them n*ggas pits, turn them boys to angels
Save that money that you make, I bet that money save you
A four inside a small-ass pop, you don't wanna taste it
My phone rung three times, I know they want a favor
He FaceTime with some purp, I want a hundred cases
I don't even want they body, I just want they faces

[Verse 2]
Give me the test, I been passed, I just wanna ace it
Don't double back, I been f*cked, she must wanna pay me
I brought some drip to the city, it's just a lil' flavor
Hate when n*ggas say I'm fake, I'm gettin' real paper
I spent a hundred last month, I need a real agent
She like to tell me when she comin' and she still taste
Turn black tar to white b*tches, man, I feel racist
b*tch, I'm OT slangin' pills and I got bills waitin'
I think I'm traumatized
I ain't see you 'round or goin' to slide, it's a homicide
Crib got shot up so many times, I seen my mama cry
b*tches fake and n*ggas switchin' sides, so I ride with mine, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
I don't even wanna be around you, you let the money change you
Three bad b*tches with me, think it's Charlie Angels
You think them n*ggas pits, turn them boys to angels
Save that money that you make, I bet that money save you
A four inside a small-ass pop, you don't wanna taste it
My phone rung three times, I know they want a favor
He FaceTime with some purp, I want a hundred cases
I don't even want they body, I just want they faces

[Outro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)