Probation

(Jess, your beat on the radio) Yeah Pray my P.O. don't get that cup 'cause she gon' smell it on my piss And my bitch know I've been fucking, she can smell it on my dick I ain't gotta take no picture with money, you can tell a nigga rich Paid ten for this jacket in Milan, look at the leather on this bitch Look at that Plain Jane he got on, now look at this bezel on my shit If I can't get her, nigga, I don't want her, but never settle over no bitch I ain't never fell in love with no bitch, who ain't had my back like I had hers Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her 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 shit getting damp (I'm soaking wet) And I know my bitch ain't pregnant She been having cramps (she been on her period) I don't know none of these niggas 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 nigga 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' nigga, I got a bag too A rich nigga 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 Pray my P.O. don't get that cup 'cause she gon' smell it on my piss And my bitch know I've been fucking, she can smell it on my dick I ain't gotta take no picture with money, you can tell a nigga rich Paid ten for this jacket in Milan, look at the leather on this bitch Look at that Plain Jane he got on, now look at this bezel on my shit If I can't get her, nigga, I don't want her, but never settle over no bitch I ain't never fell in love with no bitch, who ain't had my back like I had hers Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her 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 lose it with this fork (I'ma lose 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 bitch raw, nah (no, no) Count it up, count it up, count it up, boy I done fucked around and lost my count (rich Homie) Da-da-da-da, I done fucked 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 (yeah) Take a nigga ho, yeah, repo (yeah) The GPS lost, where do we go? (Yeah) Can't tell a opp I was weak, no (yeah, yeah, yeah) A nigga 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 Pray my P.O. don't get that cup 'cause she gon' smell it on my piss (rich Homie) And my bitch know I've been fucking, she can smell it on my dick (quan) I ain't gotta take no picture with money, you can tell a nigga rich Paid ten for this jacket in Milan, look at the leather on this bitch Look at that Plain Jane he got on, now look at this bezel on my shit If I can't get her, nigga, I don't want her, but never settle over no bitch I ain't never fell in love with no bitch who ain't had my back like I had hers Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her