CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Played Out
Good Luck Forever Records, y'all already know what it is
Y'all already know what it is, man, it's just
Biggest record label in South Florida ([?])
Ayy, look
My accountant just sent me a text
That looked like it came from my ex
How many racks did I blow at Bottega for a b*t*h I just met?
Sh*t, I don't know
I don't keep track
I just make her feel loved
Then I hop on a jet
Yeah, crazy how they thought sh*t done died down
B*t*hes that said they would be never sides
Now they wear that sh*t with pride now
When I'm drunk
Please take my phone out my hands
'Cause b*t*hes get zelles and post from my room
And n***as get jammed
That ain't a Cuban, that sh*t is a baby
That's two hundred grams
I bought a Rollie, same day bought Mercadies
That's two hundred grand
Promised my wifey I'd cut off my hoes, but I love 'em to death
I used to wanna be in with the rappers, now I'm with execs
E-E-Ex-b*t*h tried to play me, damn
Look how it played it out
I make it rain now
You hear what they say now
Ex-b*t*h tried to play me, huh
Look how it played it out
Look at my chain now
B*t*h, look at my gang now
I used to wanna f**k with them, but it ain't worth
F**k on all they friends, buy new purse, this sh*t Murc'
She see a verse, pull up in the Vert
Uzi on me, step back KD
These blues right here cost eighteen
My voice ain't sh*t without KP
Like Bron ain't sh*t without AD
Damn near two hundred for this AP
Heard I'm gettin' money, n***as hate me
B*t*h you ain't gettin' nothin', you ain't me
Flag it, bag it, cash it, stash it
Pull off laughin', pull off, swerve
Still sell dope, still sell birds
Gave 'em my old b*t*h, that's my word
E-E-Ex-b*t*h tried to play me, damn
Look how it played it out
I make it rain now
You hear what they say now
Ex-b*t*h tried to play me, huh
Look how it played it out
Look at my chain now
B*t*h, look at my gang now
Y'all already know what it is, man, it's just
Biggest record label in South Florida ([?])
Ayy, look
My accountant just sent me a text
That looked like it came from my ex
How many racks did I blow at Bottega for a b*t*h I just met?
Sh*t, I don't know
I don't keep track
I just make her feel loved
Then I hop on a jet
Yeah, crazy how they thought sh*t done died down
B*t*hes that said they would be never sides
Now they wear that sh*t with pride now
When I'm drunk
Please take my phone out my hands
'Cause b*t*hes get zelles and post from my room
And n***as get jammed
That ain't a Cuban, that sh*t is a baby
That's two hundred grams
I bought a Rollie, same day bought Mercadies
That's two hundred grand
Promised my wifey I'd cut off my hoes, but I love 'em to death
I used to wanna be in with the rappers, now I'm with execs
E-E-Ex-b*t*h tried to play me, damn
Look how it played it out
I make it rain now
You hear what they say now
Ex-b*t*h tried to play me, huh
Look how it played it out
Look at my chain now
B*t*h, look at my gang now
I used to wanna f**k with them, but it ain't worth
F**k on all they friends, buy new purse, this sh*t Murc'
She see a verse, pull up in the Vert
Uzi on me, step back KD
These blues right here cost eighteen
My voice ain't sh*t without KP
Like Bron ain't sh*t without AD
Damn near two hundred for this AP
Heard I'm gettin' money, n***as hate me
B*t*h you ain't gettin' nothin', you ain't me
Flag it, bag it, cash it, stash it
Pull off laughin', pull off, swerve
Still sell dope, still sell birds
Gave 'em my old b*t*h, that's my word
E-E-Ex-b*t*h tried to play me, damn
Look how it played it out
I make it rain now
You hear what they say now
Ex-b*t*h tried to play me, huh
Look how it played it out
Look at my chain now
B*t*h, look at my gang now
