Grandmommy told me: Don’t run from no police (Fuck ’em) Grandmommy told me: Watch out for yo partners (I love ’em) Saying: They too much older, won’t you stay in your range? I been trying to sponge, been trying to know some things See the mailman keep coming, and the bills keep on coming in And all you wanna do is fight me on this shit You say: Don’t go bending yo’ wrist, don’t go being no sissy, OK Don't go locking no doors, you ain't paying no rent in this bitch, OK Checks I used to bring They wouldn’t gon’ make no difference in this bitch Now the checks I bring, I mean Who else paying the rent in this bitch? Landlord see me outside, wanna take a picture I said: I gotta autograph on the check, you can take it witcha He said: The house on sale, you wanna buy it? I say: Not this one Gotta make moves, not a ton of moves, tryna keep it simple This summer Said you didn’t wanna go with me That’s a bumma, bumma, bumma (yeah) Boppin’ at Bacchus, that was the first parade Bounce remixes of Aaliyah had the spinal cords crackin’ (crack-crack) Cups of ’methazine had ’em lean like Michael Jackson (yeah) And you was fuckin’ with your nose trying to be a Jackson (oh, yeah)Poolside convo about your summer last night, ooh yeah About your summer last night Ain’t give you no play, mmm Could I make you shive last night? Could I make you shy on the last night, last night? Could we make it in? Do we have time?
