Probation lyrics

[Intro]
(Jess, your beat on the radio)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Pray my P.O. don't get that cup 'cause she gon' smell it on my p*ss
And my b*tch know I've been f*cking, she can smell it on my di*k
I ain't gotta take no picture with money, you can tell a n*gga rich
Paid ten for this jacket in Milan, look at the leather on this b*tch
Look at that plain Jane he got on, now look at this bezel on my sh*t
If I can't get her, n*gga, I don't want her, but never settle over no b*tch
I ain't never fell in love with no b*tch who ain't had my back like I had hers
Shorty show me mad love
Step into the bag for her

[Verse 1]
I've been counting up for so long, my fingers getting cramps (My fingers getting cramps)
I got that water tucked under my shirt, my sh*t getting damp (I'm soaking wet)
And I know my b*tch ain't pregnant, she been having cramps (She been on her period)
I don't know none of these n*ggas over here, but I'm gon' adapt
After that, turned his trap to the cash room
Setting up shop in the bathroom
Just like a bear, you bad news
Everything around me cash rules
Told a broke n*gga I can pop it, I just made a deposit, I was with my dead dudes
Don't give me no response if I didn't ask you
Nah, lil' n*gga, I got a bag too
A rich n*gga still eating fast food
Steak dish with a little can food
Too rich to vacay to Cancun
I would've wifed her but she ran through
Shooters on go when the van moves
I'm a stand up guy, need a standing ovation
I smoke too much, I don't know why I took a pee for probation
[Chorus]
Pray my P.O. don't get that cup 'cause she gon' smell it on my p*ss
And my b*tch know I've been f*cking, she can smell it on my di*k
I ain't gotta take no picture with money, you can tell a n*gga rich
Paid ten for this jacket in Milan, look at the leather on this b*tch
Look at that plain Jane he got on, now look at this bezel on my sh*t
If I can't get her, n*gga, I don't want her, but never settle over no b*tch
I ain't never fell in love with no b*tch who ain't had my back like I had hers
Shorty show me mad love
Step into the bag for her

[Verse 2]
Yeah, now me and my pretty, look at all this Louis we just bought (This Louis)
Lawyer on retainer, I hope my shooter don't get caught (My shooter)
Heard that dope just locked up, watch me loose it with this fork (I'ma loose it)
Need me to pull some strings, I get acoustic with that guitar (Acoustic)
Yeah, run it up, run it up, run it up, but I didn't run in that thot b*tch raw, nah (No, no)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, boy, I done f*cked around and lost my count (Rich Homie)
Da-da-da-da, I done f*cked around and lost my thought (Say what?)
Forensic can't get no DNA, but they outlined him in chalk, yeah
Keep your mouth closed, that's the G code
Take a n*gga ho, yeah, repo
The GPS lost, where do we go?
Can't tell a opp I was weak, no
A n*gga get popped, leave his meek shown
Cut the lights off, we gon' creep slow
And I hope my probation officer don't hear this song
[Chorus]
Pray my P.O. don't get that cup 'cause she gon' smell it on my p*ss (Rich Homie)
And my b*tch know I've been f*cking, she can smell it on my di*k (Quan)
I ain't gotta take no picture with money, you can tell a n*gga rich
Paid ten for this jacket in Milan, look at the leather on this b*tch
Look at that plain Jane he got on, now look at this bezel on my sh*t
If I can't get her, n*gga, I don't want her, but never settle over no b*tch
I ain't never fell in love with no b*tch who ain't had my back like I had hers
Shorty show me mad love
Step into the bag for her