Going Digital lyrics

(sh*t in the back yard right now)
(Wrong way)
(sh*t, I'm shot the right way)
(Yeah)

Don’t give a f*ck about no broke b*tch
Me and my daughter swing
Phone ring, I need some more licks
I need some more money, don't need no problems from a broke b*tch
In they feelings hating on the game, that's how a hoe get
When I’m standing at that stove b*tch I use both wrists
Brodie find another charge and he ain't going again
Why the hell you leave yo Glock in the car? You shoulda brought it in
Why the hell'd I leave my scale in the car? I shoulda brought it in
Your homie ain't buying no work so why you brought him in?
Every time that stupid b*tch forget me, I'ma dog again
Every time them n*ggas break the bank, watch them ball again
Inna trap been 74 days, we just gon' hold her hand
f*ck yo feelings, you know my worth, b*tch
f*ck that dumbass outfit and yo shirt, b*tch (b*tch)
Designer on the collar of my shirt, b*tch
Just a forty-dollar hoe, that's yo worth b*tch

Got four damn b*tches, they all tryna work
They spin before, you ain't getting no work
The Glock win, it’s tucked in the shirt
Want me to f*ck, need head first
When I wake up count bread first
Four different accounts, they all jumping
I ain’t argue with them, they ain't on nothing
Get off my phone, you don’t want nothing
Whole lotta dope that was sold on my Granny's street
n*gga acting like a n*gga know him, he a fan to me
These n*gga are my kids, I swear I wish they took a "Plan B"
Think about your money, why you think 'bout me?
Only thing I'm thinking now popping another bean

I got a headache, where the f*ck my drink at?
This sh*t new, it ain’t even on the rack
When I shop, they bringing sh*t from the back
We gon' serve you and get out, and that's that
She ate di*k and got out, and that's that
(Yeah)
(Yeah, Yeah)