Xquisite - Gotta Tell Me

Yeah, Xquisite
Huh
Is it
Is it

Is it
Is it
You gotta tell me

Is it true if I give a fuck about a bitch I'll always be broke

I never had no motherfuckin' endo to smoke
Nah, I ain't fuckin' with no gold niggas
I'm fuckin' with a bitch, no she don't know no nigga

Me with a thot, is you thinkin'

Man, I'm brain dead to them hoes, I go stupid

I ain't got no tricks, cut my sleeves, I'm a nudist
I ain't got no tricks, they for kids, so let's do this

Cold world, I ain't livin' in any damn streets

Probably with your mama, I'm movin' right in them warm sheets

First thing in school
I learned is watch your own paper

I know you wanna lick, you see I'm drippin' with that flavor.

My pockets got a baby bump, did the labor, it's labor

I get paper, I get paper, I get paper, I get paper
I can tell the money bye, I'ma see it come back later
By money, I buy money, I'ma see it come back later.
I ain't pretendin' that it's pending, who the fuck am I dependin' on

I think I got a few, that's the ones who I'ma spend it on
I don't just ball, I got a finger that I spend it on
I don't just shoot, bitch, I don't
I like to get high, but I don't like to get drunk

This bitch indecisive, what the fuck do you want
What the fuck do you want
What the fuck do you want

You gotta tell me

Written by:
Drae Humphrey

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