J Shiest - infidelity Lyrics

Bankroll, ha-ha-ha!
Can't even tell me who better
I promise that just make it better for me
And I don't even know what to tell her
But maybe this shit just not working for me
Baby I'm trying to get it together
I been stressing, ain't nothing been working for me
Man, I think I'm in love with the teller
I know Bank of America searching for me
But don't nobody know where I be
But maybe it's best if I keep it like that 'cause the hoes that I keep, man, they just wanna creep
Uh, remember way back when my brother had told me this shit even cheaper to keep her
Man f*ck what he saying, I'm having this paper, it just might be cheaper to leave her
She want me to post her but I'm having motion so I'm finna post and delete her
Uh, if I really wanted a piece of that ho, I promise you that I could meet her
I'm wit' Josh and Janea, you should already know what it is 'cause you barely gon' see me
In the party and I'm tryna see 'bout whoever that is looking like a cheerleader

But wait, that's yo' ho
Say she down to go eat shrimp and steak, uh
She on go
Baby, can you come give me some face, uh
'Fore you go
Got Skims all over the place, it's a mess
I know
But wait, that's yo' ho
Say she down to go eat shrimp and steak, uh
She on go
Baby, can you come give me some face, uh
'Fore you go
Got Skims all over the place, it's a mess
I know

If I tell you I love you, I mean it, you know that I love you lil' baby, fasho
I been doing this scammin' shit for like two weeks and I'm mad as f*ck, they just locked up my bro
I can pull out a ten or a twenty, it wouldn't even matter
These niggas still think that I'm broke
And I went got a Gen five, any nigga thinking I didn't slide, pull up one time and I blow
I'ma shoot with my brother, I might as well bring him a fifty so he don't even gotta reload
I be f*cking these bitches, I don't even trip bout these hoes, you tripping, you breaking the code
Bra walk shit, brodie been tryna up score
I can't pop shit, but I been f*cked on yo' hoe
I'ma drop shit, I'on know nun' bout drop-shipping but I'ma still gone leave that bread at yo' door
Been geeking for weeks, bro I don't even know
What? That pain shit hurt yo' body, I'm lowkey tripping I been moving slow
And I see my bro, he be toting a hundred but he walk shit down just like his name two-four
I might go get a pack of the gumbo, prolly' get frontal, can't even think but I'm blowed
And my young nigga tripping, he keep on asking for sauce like Quezo how you finna

But wait, that's yo' ho
Say she down to go eat shrimp and steak, uh
She on go
Baby, can you come give me some face, uh
'Fore you go
Got Skims all over the place, it's a mess
I know
But wait, that's yo' ho
Say she down to go eat shrimp and steak, uh
She on go
Baby, can you come give me some face, uh
'Fore you go
Got Skims all over the place, it's a mess
I know