Tell Me Why lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, ay
Ay, ay

[Verse 1]
Buck all of that f*ck, she tryna cop a grotto
Spend the night at Oakland, fly out to Chicago
Know that's how we livin', why I got to lie, though?
I'm two-steppin' in the function, spillin' my Moscatto
And if I said it, then I've been it, ho, we been the sh*t
I'm tired of sayin', "Free my n*ggas", they be into sh*t
I keep a secret like a mo'f*ckin' syndicate
Just drop it in the mail, no "return to sender" sh*t
If you ain't tryna get no money, what's the benefits?
Ain't no association with you on that winner sh*t
That Asian creo on my plate, you know my dinner hit
Don't need no features from you n*ggas, ho, I've been a hit
And to the tomb from the womb, ho, I came petty
The only time I hang my head is when my chain heavy
You gotta claim your sh*t and get it, don't nobody owe you nothin'
And we know that sh*t ain’t true, so there ain't no future in your frontin'

[Chorus]
Know they mad at a player, couldn't tell you why, though
I've been thumbin' paper, blowin' on Gelato
And if I f*ck with you, baby, you done hit the lotto
By any means necessary, that's my only motto
I know they mad at a player, couldn't tell you why, though
I've been thumbin' paper, blowin' on Gelato
And if I f*ck with you, baby, you done hit the lotto
By any means necessary, that's my only motto
I know they-
[Verse 2]
If we stick together, we could own the county
Letto keep on lookin', we gon' go to Maui
Why they pump fakin'? We just keep scorin'
I'm a homegrown n*gga, hit the streets foreign
And I'm God body, baby, my cup runneth over
Told Lil' shawty text me 'fore you comin' over
Curbside pickup, they got supper ready
8 AM tomorrow, I be up already
I've been doin' numbers, throw some numbers at me
In that cherry red seat, color khaki
Pop it for a player, I'm a Hall-of-Famer
Let that ho be happy, why you tryna tame her?
Juice man, baby, I got fresh squeezed
Floatin' on this b*tch, I came with jet skis
I ain't payin' for it, I finesse knees
Somewhere talkin' 'bout where to get the check, please

[Chorus]
Know they mad at a player, couldn't tell you why, though
I've been thumbin' paper, blowin' on Gelato
And if I f*ck with you, baby, you done hit the lotto
By any means necessary, that's my only motto
I know they mad at a player, couldn't tell you why, though
I've been thumbin' paper, blowin' on Gelato
And if I f*ck with you, baby, you done hit the lotto
By any means necessary, that's my only motto
I know they-