[Produced by Todd Hill]
[Intro]
I'm tired of pouring out my heart and they don't feel it
[Chorus]
I'm tired of pouring out my heart and they don't feel it
I'm tired of riding with these n*ggas who ain't with it
I've been on the road, I've been in-and-out the city
I'll be getting money, 'til the Feds come and get me
Gotta watch my back, know them n*ggas trying to get me
I see it in their face', I got bands in the safe
Stars in the roof, South Beach in the Wraith
Hit the strip club, throwing money in their face'
[Refrain]
I used to be broke, I get money everyday
Mama used to cry, now she see me getting paid
I used to be cool with them n*ggas throwing shade
Now, they wanna see me down by sleeping in the grave
Money's all I know, ain't too much for me to say
I'm-a end 'em down, these n*ggas gon' pay today
I'm still putting on for n*ggas that made 'em wait
Whenever you hear the song, don't tell me I didn't say
[Verse 1]
Tell me where can I start
This sh*t come for the heart
Bad b*tches on my line, trying to give me the pop
n*gga, shout out to pops, ain't no more ducking the cops
Had to take another route, I can't rock with the ops
n*ggas used to laugh at me, now can't wait 'til I drop
b*tches used to try to flex, now they' giving me top
Only do it for my n*ggas, R.I.P. to the Knock
Catch me in that drop-top, pro'ly me and Lil Knock
Whenever that tape drop, hit the dealer and cop
Whenever I get the money, I'm-a buy me a house
Mama used to kick me out, had to sleep on the couch
n*ggas never gave me nothing, but be runnin' they're mouth
Had to cut some friends off, we knew n*ggas was soft
Now, I'm smoking on this gas with this b*tch in the loft
Had to cut some friends off, we knew n*ggas was soft
Now, I'm smoking on this gas with this b*tch in the loft
Coughing in background
[Chorus]
I'm tired of pouring out my heart and they don't feel it
I'm tired of riding with these n*ggas who ain't with it
I've been on the road, I've been in-and-out the city
I'll be getting money, 'til the Feds come and get me
Gotta watch my back, know them n*ggas trying to get me
I see it in their face', I got bands in the safe
Stars in the roof, South Beach in the Wraith
Hit the strip club, throwing money in their face'
[Verse 2]
Top down through the city
Last week, another n*gga try to get me
I was down bad, came up and now they hit me
Switch the flow up, whoa, whoa, I need a milli'
Go and get a bag, hit the beef and try to feel it
Really try to get it, these n*ggas be in they' feelings
I'm-a keep it cool like a fan that's on the ceilings
Playing with the bands, the man that's in the building
I'm-a keep it going, this music gon' make a living
All these f*ck n*ggas gon' turn me into a villain
Got my cash right and now, I need help to count it
Say that you gon' ride, but, n*gga, you ain't about it
Pull up in that coupe, 'cause n*ggas gon' try to stop me
And I drop a song, these n*ggas gon' try to copy
They say that I'm on 'cause lately, I've been a topic
You would never see me unless it's about a profit
[Chorus]
I'm tired of pouring out my heart and they don't feel it
I'm tired of riding with these n*ggas who ain't with it
I've been on the road, I've been in-and-out the city
I'll be getting money, 'til the Feds come and get me
Gotta watch my back, know them n*ggas trying to get me
I see it in their face', I got bands in the safe
Stars in the roof, South Beach in the Wraith
Hit the strip club, throwing money in their face'
[Refrain]
I used to be broke, I get money everyday
Mama used to cry, now she see me getting paid
I used to be cool with them n*ggas throwing shade
Now, they wanna see me down by sleeping in the grave
Money's all I know, ain't too much for me to say
I'm-a end 'em down, these n*ggas gon' pay today
I'm still putting on for n*ggas that made 'em wait
Whenever you hear the song, don't tell me I didn't say
[Outro]
I'm tired of pouring out my heart and they don't feel it