Intro (The Notebook)

I ain’t sorry bout shit
If I did it
Ima stand on it

Bitch I get money
I get cut
Put a band on it

Treat a nigga
Like a bible
And Put a hand on em

But ain’t no use
You know his excuse
He had a fan moment

Lost my bitch
But it ain’t shit
I keep it player

Told Brooklyn
If I can’t love you now
I don’t wanna love later
You know me
It’s big chiz
The notebook
Keep some paper

Bitch broke my heart
And then I bossed up
I shoulda thanked her

Lost kanga
Lost suede
This shit feeling heavy

Niggas looking at me
Like I’m done
I’m just getting ready

I’m buss down
And quick to draw down
On anything sketchy

I’m cold on the mic
You niggas light
Fuck if you accept me

Ain’t tryna be yo friend
And shake yo hand
Nigga fuck you mean

Bitch I’m bout bread
Straight bread
Nothing in between

Don’t hear from my moms
Or my homies
I depend on lean

Bitch I’m gone be rich
As long as you breathe
And music stream

Join the team
We gone turn you up
Do yo homework

Bitch wanna fuck
Tuuh
Ima do this song first

Incriminating hisself
On the gram
Gone get his home searched

Just counted 150
To the face
Heaven on earth

Bitch I’m in control
Don’t need a soul
I got rich without you

They pay me
To come to they clubs
And stand on couches

Quick to squeeze
Make em leak
Like a fucking fountain

Valleys and peaks
From the streets
I done crossed the mountains