Lyrics BIG POCKETS - better known as

To give you a piece of my mind

Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
Yeah, look

I just hit my stride and they hate that (Oh well)
Champagne bottles just to say that we sprayed that
Never lose myself and they hate that
That's probably why I didn't thirst for it
She didn't give me no playback
Niggas movin' foul, they too flagrant
But real shit, if it was a problem
Then you might as well say that, uh
Really came through stuntin' on you
Like I need payback
This year, want it all
So I might as well take that
Really, really pity you niggas who bout' to fall next
Standing at the scorer's table, shit we bout' to ball next
I just had to do it, got more checks
We just getting through, she want more sex
I'm just getting started, don't need rest
Really bought the crib, that's a small flex
Bout' to put my mom in a fortress
And really might double up my net
Just depends who I call next
Staring at the map, shit, like where do we go next
Playing spin the visa, fly ting, Ibiza
Might leave the states, relocate it for a season
We ain't talked in months, why she acting like I need her
With a broke me, nah let me stop, I'm hating
Don't nobody dress me but I get what you're saying
Jewelry hittin' like it came out the ring, no magazine
Change the category, niggas know we ain't playin'
That's real shit