I got a bag of new tricks
New rims on old whips
Like I told you
No ceilings no cap
Black cards with no end
Like I told you
Dom perri on tap
I really hate saying
I told you
Well f*ck it
I told you
Listen I told you
Look you're not enough (love)
Your good ain't good enough
You stay with a mad look
Because you know that you f*cked it up
Wood grain on the hybrid
Done gassing you I'm charging up
Nah this ain't no tough love
Got somebody new I'm picking up
I'm not the type to kick you when you lose
Just not the type to kick it with a loser
Said you wanted me to bring you back
Well ain't no coming back
I got a bag of new tricks
New rims on old whips
Like I told you
No ceilings no cap
Black cards with no end
Like I told you
Dom perri on tap
I really hate saying
I told you
Well f*ck it
I told you
Listen I told you
Look but you can't touch (love)
Do you know how much it was?
You still kinda bad but
I'm too good for good enough
Knew you'd be back
Like a boomerang
Its a bangerang
Rufio laugh shaking my head because
You just got a slow clap
You know you should probably go fast
I'm not the type to kick you when you lose
Just not the type to kick it with a loser
Said you wanted me to bring you back
Well ain't no coming back
I got a bag of new tricks
New rims on old whips
Like I told you
No ceilings no cap
Black cards with no end
Like I told you
Dom perri on tap
I really hate saying
I told you
Well f*ck it
I told you
Listen I told you