GVO CJ - FEBRUARY BABY Lyrics

I f*cked up putting a bitch before my money
Couldn't chase the bitch, but I've been chasing money, counting hundreds
Best get back is getting rich, now she can't eat, she'll never get a big back
I don't wanna hear no chit-chat, baby, give me my dick back
I don't wanna get my lick back
Remember how you used to lick that
You gon' be running back soon like you returning a kick back
Just don't ask for no spot at the table
I was f*cking with you, then you removed yourself from the label
Silly rabbit tricks are for kids
All the tricks I taught you made me think that you could have my kids
But you too childish to live the way a nigga gon' live
Yeen even wanna come meet ma dukes at the crib
Gave you the chance, instead you gave me head, I blew up your lid
Let you think that you was lit, cause you know that I'm lit
And I know when you hear this song, you gon' think this shit a diss
Writing this farewell verse is better than a farewell kiss
To be honest, I'm just glad I got to cross you off my list
You gave it to Chris
Chin, neck, breast, chest, where I laid all my kids
I kept it real with you, baby, I ain't have to use rizz
I ain't tripping off the love I showed you, you know that's how it is
February baby, so you know my heart cold
Put that ice over gold when they fit me for the mold
Put my heart in your hands, I can't handle it nomo
My phone on the nightstand recording us in slow-mo
I ain't treat you like a hoe
Just turnt you to my slut
Yeen wanna be my bitch, so I ain't treat you like no mutt
Can you stand the rain?
Nah, you thought I'd drag you through the mud
Miami on my best behavior, you mad I went to the club
To turn it up with my bruddas, baby we just having fun
You can f*ck a thousand niggas, you know that I'm still the one
Your last nigga cheated, made you feel like you wasn't enough
Now he f*ck with his teammate ex, wonderin' what was wrong with you
I don't see no flaws, baby, you a star, baby
Cause you f*ckin' with a star, that's just what we are, baby
You even left your lip gloss in my car, baby
Like King Von, take her to the O and drop her off, baby
February baby, so you know my heart cold
Put that ice over gold when they fit me for the mold
Put my heart in your hands, I can't handle it nomo
My phone on the nightstand recording us in slow-mo
Wondering where that time went
Watching all this time go
Used to bare minimum, I tried to put you up in some gold
Rose gold to be exact, on that finger
That's gon' show the whole world that you was never single
You can keep the ring
Keep the unreleased songs too, you say you love it when I sing
You even told me when I think of you to make some RnB
I'm only dropping real nigga bars
Your skin so soft, still gave a real nigga some scars
But it's okay, I ain't trippin' on ya
Just let me know if it's farewell or till next time homie
My next shordy can't get a ring, she might get a Rollie
If she waste my time, take it from her cause she not the owner
February, baby, so you know my heart cold
Put that ice over gold when they fit me for the mold
Put my heart in your hands, I can't handle it nomo
My phone on the nightstand recording us in slow-mo
Don't let this time pass you, you better catch it
Cause I can't handle it no more, baby
Oh no, from Mr. VO
Mr. V-O, CEO
God's very own, GVO
God's very own, fasho, Mr. VO
To whom this may concern