Текст песни Fed Up - B.Banks

Yeah my dog called me in the feds, said he fed up yeah
I sent him some bread, told him keep his head up, yeah
Double cup of meds, I just threw it in my cup yup
Rolling out of bed, I just rolled another blunt yeah
Louis Vuitton slippers, I'll drip when I want
Looking down in the penthouse, but I'm turning up
I could beat Olympic time trials, how I run it up
I been blind to the bull, just like Ray Charles yeah

Ain't got no rings, doing all that talking, just like Charles Barkley
Louis Vuitton shoes, cost a lot of blues, every time I start walking
You get no words, if ain't money you talking
Could've bought a bird, what I just spent shopping
Jumped so high off the porch, I thought I seen a dove
Got her out that Tony Burch and got her Louis Vuitton
All my outfits out of shape, cause they don't rerun
All my cars was born today, check the pink stubs

I had moved to Atlanta, I met this young nigga named AP
We had a album named, Banks & AP
Then I had moved back to Dallas and when I left, he had caught a malice murder charge
Shit fucked me up

Yeah my dog called me in the feds, said he fed up yeah
I sent him some bread, told him keep his head up, yeah
Double cup of meds, I just threw it in my cup yup
Rolling out of bed, I just rolled another blunt yeah
Louis Vuitton slippers, I'll drip when I want
Looking down in the penthouse, but I'm turning up
I could beat Olympic time trials, how I run it up
I been blind to the bull, just like Ray Charles yeah

We out on Lake Charles, we got them yachts out like Skyami
I don't have withdrawals, I got pints sitting in my pantry
I pull that cash out, whew, woo, shawty started panting
Tell me when I took a handout, I was underhanded
Louis B, but I got Louis V on do you understand it
Who is he, when I step on the scene, make sure that I'm branded
Straight up, I be on lean, when I'm standing
Paid up, told the label, we don't need advances
I could live my whole life, on the table shooting dice
Cause I fell in love with chances
Even from behind the wall, my dog telling me to ball like Steve Francis

Yeah my dog called me in the feds, said he fed up yeah
I sent him some bread, told him keep his head up, yeah
Double cup of meds, I just threw it in my cup yup
Rolling out of bed, I just rolled another blunt yeah
Louis Vuitton slippers, I'll drip when I want
Looking down in the penthouse, but I'm turning up
I could beat Olympic time trials, how I run it up
I been blind to the bull, just like Ray Charles yeah