Текст песни Addicted (feat. K Camp) - Chaz Gotti

How can you hate on your man?
Too busy fcked up on Xans
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy fcked up on Xans
I got rich before my idol
Know he mad, he seen me poppin'
Fix your face, I know you poutin'
Spent a check in Neiman Marcus
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy fcked up on Xans
Watch who you calling your friend
They might take the food out your hand
How can you hate on your man?
How can you stay with your man?
How can you eat off your man?
Watch what you say to his homies
Get a badder btch, you turn her phony
When your man's your opponent
Put in work with your ngga
Then they end up telling on you
Started from the bottom in the trenches with a ngga
Fcked up my wrist with my ngga
Sht my first stick with my ngga
I hate that I called him my ngga
Jumped out a Porsche and a coupe
I'm still with the same crew
Some nggas red, some are blue
Some nggas fke, some true
I got rich before my idol
Know he mad, he seen me poppin'
Fix your face, I know you poutin'
Spent a check in Neiman Marcus
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy fcked up on Xans
Watch who you calling your friend
They might take the food out your hand
Watch who you're calling your friends
Watch how I flex in a Benz
Watch how I turn up on nggas again and again and again and again
Hey if I like it I spend
Really no need to pretend
That ngga Gotti my kin
I'm mixing the juice, that's a hell of a blend
Do it one time, do it one time
Smkin' that Lou got me out of my mind
Fcking your btch and I ran out of time
That money keep calling, you know that's a sign
Yah, and all my nggas want them M&Ms
Fck them nggas, we ain't friends with them
For real
I got rich before my idol
Know he mad, he seen me poppin'
Fix your face, I know you poutin'
Spent a check in Neiman Marcus
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy fcked up on Xans
Watch who you calling your friend
They might take the food out your hand
Pop a seal, no Cris
Louis dripping, all Christian
Get love in the D like the Pistons
Good with the TEC and the pistol
That's the traphouse, please don't make it your home
That btch ain't no good, please don't make her your ho
No love in the streets, I pray I make it home
For the [?] I probably make it home
Slime be your man but you call him your home
Man I miss Duncan, I wish he was home
She ain't good for me, I can leave her alone
Can't resist her in her thong
Can't name a ngga I did wrong
Took care of the streets on my own
Jurassic Park, Liittle Italy
Klay county my home
I got rich before my idol
Know he mad, he seen me poppin'
Fix your face, I know you poutin'
Spent a check in Neiman Marcus
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy fcked up on Xans
Watch who you calling your friend
They might take the food out your hand
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy fcked up on Xans
Watch who you callin' your friends
They might take the food out your hand
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy fcked up on Xans
Watch who you callin' your friends
They might take the food out your hand
I got rich before my idol
Know he mad, he seen me poppin'
Fix your face, I know you poutin'
Spent a check in Neiman Marcus
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy fcked up on Xans
Watch who you calling your friend
They might take the food out your hand