Never Had It

Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit

All these bitches actin' like they never had shit

I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit

All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy

Catch that nigga slippin', I'm a do 'em nasty

Check out my attire, this expensive fabric

We can wrestle just like Randy Savage

My jewelry as cold as an attic

The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out

I'm a walk in and clutch it like it's a war house

All your bitches that's busted, they live in your house

What goes up goes down, my nigga, north south

I done ran up them M's without a tour now

She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now

These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now

I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now

Hopped out my bed and hopped right in a foreign

Bitch don't get close, this a mothafuckin' warning

Suck that dick good, I'm the mothafuckin' warden

She runnin' away from my weed like it farted

She don't wanna swallow so I put it on her neck

I beat that pussy up, she loud as a parade

I got 1 million but only 10 in the bank

I taste a sample, I only buy if it's dank

I cook fishscale, and sang to her at the same time like Tank

I was born in '91, 23 with a whole lotta stain

5 star mothafucka

Baby can you feel my pain?

All my diamonds need to be drained

I got a gangsta bitch that's gon' bang

And I got racks up, I can't complain

And all my dogs, they're dirty, check for mange

And all I gotta do is reserve your brains

And I'm a gangsta, my nuts, they gone hang

Who said you was straight? Boy you need to be retained

Took the Rollie off, put the Breitling back on

Walk in the room and I cut the lights on

Why you spending like that? Cause I ain't ever had shit

This that real nigga PaperWrap, YSL shit

Never loved a bitch but I love money

In the church payin' my tithes with drug money

Went and got a new plug, got mama a new house

And a couple new coupes, that's how a young nigga live

Couple bitches, good weed that how a nigga chill

Top floor, penthouse, still crackin' seals

Them Houston niggas be like, "That young nigga trill"

Them New York niggas say that young nigga ill

My mama always told me dress to kill

My uncle always told me pack the steel

That nigga Thugger, that's my mothafuckin' brotha

From a motherfuckin' other, I'm a show you how to make magic

The fuck is you mad at?

Got your bitch dancin' all in my spot with no panties

I said, "Bitch where your mothafuckin' man at?

Fuck that, where your friends at?" Dammit

Sold 50 p's, hold it, have to bag it

That little bitch you lovin' on, I been had it

Pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty

Mama call all my big booty bitches trashy