Can't Tell

My money in the mail
Yeah, I’m drunk as hell
Might not ring a bell
Put you in a spell
Yeah, I get my money
Yeah, my baby bad as hell
She send me kisses and shit, I can’t even tell
I can’t even tell
Even tell
Took her on a binge
My ego on a streak
She fuck with Gucci and Louis, we on a shopping spree
They don’t wanna see a monster, Thaiboy Goon and a bitch
She’s fuckin' it up with Thaiboy, you’re gonna have to meet John Wick
You gonna see another day, you follow my shit
I’m blowing the bands
I blow up the cash
I just heard your shit, yeah, you ain’t get no bands
Every time I leave my baby, I got me some scratch
Try some shit with me and my bro, we take you off the map
Fifty K for dirty cops, they stay off my ass
My money in the mail
Yeah, I’m drunk as hell
Might not ring a bell
Put you in a spell
Yeah, I get my money
Yeah, my baby bad as hell
She send me kisses and shit, I can’t even tell
I can’t even tell
Even tell
Pull up to the club, feel like Triple X
Fucking up a check, hundred stacks, I’m blessed
Thaiboy make a move, like I’m playing chess
And I’m off the drugs, I can’t take a rest
Pull up at the mall, bitch I’m getting dressed
She fucked my mind, trying to make it stressed
Thaiboy Goon, like ching, pull up, straight finesse
I don’t fuck with death, I got cash on deck
Pouring for a check, shots of the Tec
I step on your neck, better hold your breath
Don’t fuck with my ex, I got stacks on deck
Thaiboy Goon up next, hundred bands on deck
My money in the mail
Yeah, I’m drunk as hell
Might not ring a bell
Put you in a spell
Yeah, I get money
Yeah, my baby bad as hell
She send me kisses and shit, I can’t even tell
I can’t even tell
Even tell
I can’t even tell
Even tell