Tell Me Why

[Intro]
Ay, ay
Ay, ay

[Verse 1]
Buck all of that fuck, she tryna cop a grotto
Spend the night at Oakland, fly out to Chicago
Know that's how we livin', why I got to lie, though?
I'm two-steppin' in the function, spillin' my Moscatto
And if I said it, then I've been it, ho, we been the shit
I'm tired of sayin', "Free my niggas", they be into shit
I keep a secret like a mo'fuckin' syndicate
Just drop it in the mail, no "return to sender" shit
If you ain't tryna get no money, what's the benefits?
Ain't no association with you on that winner shit
That Asian creo on my plate, you know my dinner hit
Don't need no features from you niggas, ho, I've been a hit
And to the tomb from the womb, ho, I came petty
The only time I hang my head is when my chain heavy
You gotta claim your shit and get it, don't nobody owe you nothin'
And we know that shit ain’t true, so there ain't no future in your frontin'

[Chorus]
Know they mad at a player, couldn't tell you why, though
I've been thumbin' paper, blowin' on Gelato
And if I fuck with you, baby, you done hit the lotto
By any means necessary, that's my only motto
I know they mad at a player, couldn't tell you why, though
I've been thumbin' paper, blowin' on Gelato
And if I fuck with you, baby, you done hit the lotto
By any means necessary, that's my only motto
I know they-

[Verse 2]
If we stick together, we could own the county
Letto keep on lookin', we gon' go to Maui
Why they pump fakin'? We just keep scorin'
I'm a homegrown nigga, hit the streets foreign
And I'm God body, baby, my cup runneth over
Told Lil' shawty text me 'fore you comin' over
Curbside pickup, they got supper ready
8 AM tomorrow, I be up already
I've been doin' numbers, throw some numbers at me
In that cherry red seat, color khaki
Pop it for a player, I'm a Hall-of-Famer
Let that ho be happy, why you tryna tame her?
Juice man, baby, I got fresh squeezed
Floatin' on this bitch, I came with jet skis
I ain't payin' for it, I finesse knees
Somewhere talkin' 'bout where to get the check, please

[Chorus]
Know they mad at a player, couldn't tell you why, though
I've been thumbin' paper, blowin' on Gelato
And if I fuck with you, baby, you done hit the lotto
By any means necessary, that's my only motto
I know they mad at a player, couldn't tell you why, though
I've been thumbin' paper, blowin' on Gelato
And if I fuck with you, baby, you done hit the lotto
By any means necessary, that's my only motto
I know they-