Better Days

I like my hoe exotic, she want it all I copped it
I'm bankin' out, She call me Lil' Trick
Been getting money, yeah they call me Lil' Mitch

I know that shit done got annoying
Yeah I gotta get my bags now
I was back from ATL and I just dropped some cash now
Take her to New York I got her begging for the pack now
Got her pulling out her tracks while I fuck her from the back now

But I keep goin' switching up, switching blades like switching trucks
Switching blades like switching trucks, Oh
You ever seen your manz be so down bad he gotta switch a gun
You ever seen your manz so down bad he had to switch the gun
You ever seen your manz so down bad he just had to switch the blunt
And he had to pass the blunt

I'll take you to the matinee, pour up the chardonnay
We gon' go out for a date
We gon' go out for a date, I been switching on the plate
I just come up to the spot, bitch I hear that you on a date
I was fucking you one time, your lil' shorty on the cake
Anyway, I just know I would do it everyday
Switching lanes, fast cars, mind moving like a Wraith

Time flying so fast, don't even know what I could say
Love my mama, when it come to her, you know that we don't play
And all I ask is that you pray, pray for me for better days
Pray for me for better days, pray for me for better days
All I ask is that you pray, pray for me for better days
For my mama I could say, pray for me for better days
Pray for me for better days
Better Days, Better Days, Ohh
Better Days, Better Days, Ohh
Better Days, Better Days, Ohh
Better Days, Better Days