X-quisite - Gotta Tell Me Lyrics

Yeah, Xquisite
Huh
Is it
Is it

Is it
Is it
You gotta tell me

Is it true if I give a f*ck about a bitch I'll always be broke

I never had no motherf*ckin' endo to smoke
Nah, I ain't f*ckin' with no gold niggas
I'm f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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 f*ck do you want
What the f*ck do you want
What the f*ck do you want

You gotta tell me