Dreams i ain't got one of em But business plans I got plenty of em Real niggas I call on To be honest nigga there ain't many of us Still driving with no L's Taking no L's Took to many of em I could be inside the bih She attached to me but Im still lonely About to throw myself a pitty party Poor me with these racks on me Hittin bad bitches that act funny My own car My own crib But still I feel like a crash dummy You would to If everybody else counted on you But count you out When you ain't got nothing Ex's call but it ain't bout nothing Only call when I got something Baby I ain't gotta fuck to give Fuck niggas ion trust niggas Ion trust bitches cause they fuck niggas And point the finger at you Like it's yo fault