LAST TIME Lyrics

Last time you told me that you love me you was off the drugs

It's always sorry after sorry girl that's not enough

I had to go work on myself see now I'm counting up

And I don't need you anymore now you like what the fuck

It's always what you doing

It's never how you doing

And she don't like the new me

She don't like how I'm moving

She swear I'm always up to something

But I swear I'm cooling

This money really all I need

I told her got her fuming

Sorry strictly business

Took out the trash

Did dirty dishes

I used to be down really bad

Now I get down with some bad bitches

Your dogs all bark no bite not widdit

My dogs rip you apart real vicious

Eat you up real quick like dinner

She eat me up my kids my swimmers

Ohhh

Now you change your mind I told you what it is

Just leave me lone unless you tryna swallow kids

Can't even breathe this bitch won't even let me live

Watch how I do stop talking bout the shit I did

I need some space shorty get back

I done moved on she don't get that

Did some dumb shit I regret that

But the shit that I said yeah I meant that

Now I'm lit they wan hop on the wave

But Imma be lit to the grave

And I keep on just turning it up

Geeked up but I'm not at a rave

Last time you told me that you love me you was off the drugs

It's always sorry after sorry girl that's not enough

I had to go work on myself see now I'm counting up

And I don't need you anymore now you like what the fuck

It's always what you doing

It's never how you doing

And she don't like the new me

She don't like how I'm moving

She swear I'm always up to something

But I swear I'm cooling

This money really all I need

I told her got her fuming

Flow clean but you know I get dirty

Fuck up the club like I took it to jersey

Uh, My pockets brolic, burly

I'm going hard bitch you know I go thirty

He grilling me boy what is good with your mans

You must be kidding me he get no bands

Is you shitting me that boy a fan

Know he not widdit that boy got no hands

He get no bitches no plays and no money

How he a yes man that shit be so funny

My heart be so cold so I go where it's sunny

Litter than who? Boy you a dummy

Ain't shit sweet

Step outside know I got good feets

See that I'm always on good eats

But you know me bitch I gotta gatekeep

And I gotta put on for all my sons

And I keep going would have thought I was done

I just keep stacking up all my funds

Gotta get to the bag then I really gotta run

Gotta get to the breesh to the guala

Need to get it faster told the money yalla

Fuck you mean could have been always been a baller

Stand on my money I get so much taller