Rob your purse (mastered)

bitch im ruthless ima rob your purse and give you a fucken cash clap you on the ass take my car and do the dash there's no time for sex all i do is flex I don't want no stress im married to the check you know they call bragga I'm not gonna suffer in old days i was weak now im feeling tougher they can hurt me my heart gonna recover the only woman i love is my mother there's no time for girls im just chasing paper bitch I'll see you later chorus always wearing gucci cap you know i like the trap nigga don't fuck with me your bitches ass is flat niggas are gays always on my way screaming my name even in the club nigga its still the same i can't play this game I'ma shoot nigga head and fly with the plane just to chill my brain