Cut My Losses Lyrics

They ain't believe me when I said the price going up

I ain't cutting no losses no more

They follow my leader so why would I fuck with a half pint

Speaking to bosses and up

Give them a reason to blow pipe

It be a cold night 'fore I go snow on the bluff

Making him eat it then night night

Sing him a lullaby, putting your lips on the hush

Don't know the reason except I can die any season

I'm spending this money too frequent

Taking a loss and I'm charging it straight to the game

And I'm telling the bank it's delinquent

Said he ain't running after me, out of touch with reality

Swear that I still saw him reaching

It ain't no stopping me now that I'm out and I'm popping

These bitches all pledging allegiance

I'm running this shit and it still ain't the best of me

Bitches ain't got the ingredients

Half of the shit that it take for the recipe

I'm getting selfish and greedier

Nigga I'm feigning, like uh

You better feed me

They want to know the direction to get to the dough

But I say ain't no rest for me

They try to bite on my shit and I aim for the head

This shit's like The Walking Dead

They with that fighting and shit

And I say I'm too pretty

I'm calling the fucking feds

Straight gaslighting a bitch it can really get heated

I'm saying you dumb as hell

She want to dance with the devil

I'm granting her wish and I'm sending that bitch to hell

They ain't believe me when I said the price going up

I ain't cutting no losses no more

They follow my leader so why would I fuck with a half pint

Speaking to bosses and up

Give them a reason to blow pipe

It be a cold night 'fore I go snow on the bluff

Making him eat it then night night

Sing him a lullaby, putting your lips on the hush

I'm controlling the game

I ain't playing, I'm pimping

Take a percentage, they calling me Kimbo

Slicing it up and I leave em

With little to nothing and telling them boys not to dwindle

They making it hard when this shit really simple

Easy to pop out and get some attention

These bitches would flop if they had my position

Like Perk in the finals be crawling and limping

No ho in me

Know that I be what you be on

Talk about me in the song and it reek huh?

Seeing the stars like he really speak Klingon

I'm not that bitch to part lips bout and speak on

Needing a tutor, I really speak econ

Need a deposit, ain't doing no free song

Need a new bitch, she green like neon

Curving that bitch like I'm whipping a Nissan

(Duh)

I'm letting them breathe, still stepping on necks

Hop out the V and I'm peppermint fresh

Add in a comma and give me a breath

Relax now bitch, I'm next

Moving that weight, no need for the flex

Changing the G to a O, I'm stretching

Yeah

Niggas is dumb

Bitches is done up, they all getting touched

Yeah

Where's the funds?

I'm needing that cash, I ain't do a front

Yeah

Way that I run it

They thinking I'm Chubb, ain't doing no rushing though

Want to be gang, but ain't cut enough

Put the gas in the V and it's stunted up