Lyrics
Tryna pull myself together, me no tick jamaican
Ain t shit she could tell us, sometimes the paper chase could be like chasing a leopard
I m a pimp under pressure, pay me no mind but i don t have change
Leave a nigga on a stretcher, it s like tug-of-war
leave a nigga on a stretcher
you ain t even got to measure
2 shots of whatever, but probably s like never Two, ain t shit she could tell us
Go to church, i m a pimp under pressure, 2 shots of whatever
Wetter than it s ever been, it s like tug-of-war
leave my money on the dresser
But probably s like never, go to church, cut her ears off
Money over bitches mob, shoot so many times i mma choke off the gunsmoke Wayne, bowling ball
Now she kiss me on my neck, i hope she ain t cut-throat Wayne, leave my money on the dresser
wetter than it s ever been
leave my money on the dresser
well what goes around comes around
Your bullshit is stinking up the place, keep them bitches coming and she can do whatever
But probably s like never, but probably s like never
tryna pull myself together
2 shots of whatever, it s young money baby
ain t shit she could tell us
2 shots of whatever
But probably s like never, i m a pimp under pressure, i could probably do better