Not Easy

Mm, uh, uh, yeah

Uh
This shit ain't easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah
Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me?
And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it's true, yeah
Without me, wouldn't be no you, oh
You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah
You a city girl now, you wasn't like this at first, I ain't used to this
If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain't usin' it? Yeah
Broke bitch can't get a dollar, you ain't doin' shit (yeah, uh)

She wanna fuck on a nigga just for that check, mm-hmm, yeah
Won't get a dollar from me, better get my respect
Oh, now I'm broke now 'cause I won't give you shit and I won't flex? Mm-hmm, yeah
You want a nigga drop a bag on your chest, mm-hmm
That shit a dub, could've got indicted for this here bag
Now you callin' my phone, you need your nails did and your hair bad
Talkin' 'bout you need some rent money, your check ain't clear yet, uh
Bitch, get off my phone, I ain't tryna hear that
Got a bag, now the hoes move faster
She want dick, then you know I'ma tax her
I got some like muscle relaxers
I won't lie, don't do no cappin'
Yungeen Ace, he say jo jacking
I don't know what that mean
But I think it mean that these hoes be flaggin', yeah, uh

This shit ain't easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah
Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me?
And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it's true, yeah
Without me, wouldn't be no you, oh
You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah
You a city girl now, you wasn't like this at first, I ain't used to this
If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain't usin' it? Yeah
Broke bitch can't get a dollar, you ain't doin' shit (uh)

That lil' ho think she Caresha
My bitch a queen, Latifah
Hoes wan' kick shit like FIFA
I ain't tryna do that either
She smoke indica, sativa
And she think that a nigga believe her
Give me pussy, then I won't need her, uh, yeah, uh
Still the same nigga, just check, lil' baby, my bag big, yeah
Came from the rags to the riches, don't know where the rags is
My money clean now, and that ain't somethin' that a rag did
Dirty money was cool 'cause that was somethin' that a bag did
She can't fuck with a nigga like me
Too much racks inside of my jeans
Dope dick turn her into a fiend
She was just tryna fuck with the team
Stiff on a ho, say a nigga be mean
You don't got shit that I need
What the fuck could you do for me? (Yeah, uh)

This shit ain't easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah
Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me?
And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it's true, yeah
Without me, wouldn't be no you, oh
You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah
You a city girl now, you wasn't like this at first, I ain't used to this
If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain't usin' it? Yeah
Broke bitch can't get a dollar, you ain't doin' shit