Reborn

Got to take the good with the bad, baby

Fuck, I look like walkin' round these streets lookin' sad

Had to leave you in the past, baby

You gon' hear how I'm gettin' to the bag blowin' money fast,

I hope you pray that I don't crash, baby

Ma, know you're worth, charge a price, then tax

I can't kick my feet up or relax, baby

You know we push that pedal to the motherfuckin max, yeah

I need me a baddie that's a hustler and she tatted up

Say you gettin' money, but that shit to us ain't adding up

Skinny nigga, but you know I need my pockets fat as fuck

She told me that she was single, but you really mad at us