Changes ft. Tony Backwoods Lyrics

How my man gon get to changing when he heard I got some paper

Smokin' on exotic, cherry pie, that be that flavor

Got that bullshit for my haters, I said all my time was taken

I'm out of town right now, you tryna book me, call my agent, yeah

Talkin' bout he movin' bags, I heard that it was shake

Thinkin' he a street nigga cause he got it on his waist

He ain't even bust that shit, oh no, I think that pistol fake

I ain't trippin' on that old shit, no more, we turn the page, yeah

Tryna back and forth with me, yeah

They know I keep my stick on me, yeah

We ain't trippin' on that old shit, no more, we turn the page

She tryna get rid of the memories, she burnin' sage, yeah

Can't do what you used to do, OG, you old in age

Had to find some new shit, yeah, we gotta turn the page

Like the way she tote that wagon, put her on a poster

Might just get me on the block, I'm with my nigga posted

Like the way she eat me up, she lick me like a postal

They stamp me in my hood, they know big Tony fully loaded, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm-mm, yeah, yeah, mm-mm

How my man's gon' get it changin' when he heard I got some paper

Smokin' on exotic, cherry pie, it be that flavor

Got that bullshit for my haters, I said all my time was taken

I'm out of town right now, you tryna book me, call my agent, yeah

She tryna back and forth with me, yeah

But that stick gon' stay with me, yeah

And treat me like BK, cause she gon' let me have my way

Treat me to a good time, I'ma leave it on her face, yeah

I ain't back and forth with you, so I'm gon' go ahead and shake

Bout to hop up in that big boy and go and catch she plays, yeah

Lookin' at the hand that I was dealt and played that ace

No, I don't play poker, you can't see it in my face

And you can't jump up off that porch if you ain't got it on your waist

When I get to counting these cards, nigga, you better go count your days

It was time to pull that trigger and your mans went MIA

He got locked up in that contract, got him lookin' like a slave

How my man's gon' get it changin' when he heard I got some paper

Smokin' on exotic, cherry pie, it be that flavor

Got that bullshit for my haters, I said all my time was taken

I'm outta town right now, you tryna put me, call my agent, yeah