Red Bottoms and Red Numbers

Verse 1

You can tell who the real ones is by the time that it's over

I been dealin' with fakes, I'm entitled to be a lil' colder

Verse 2

A lil' colder, I done paid my dues

I'm entitled to choose

I'm entitled to booze

I'm entitled to screws

I'm entitled to move

Verse 3

Lord, have mercy on my soul

I've been sinful and immoral

I'd be lyin' if I told ya

"If your man did it, I did it tenfold"

Verse 4

Red bottoms on your toes

Red numbers on my nose

Money tall as your goals

Ain't no luck in a roll, throw yo' dice at the Lord

I'ma go get mine, I'ma do what it takes

I'ma ride through the town with a hundred some K's

Verse 5

'Cause the hate is real, I'ma pray for 'em all

I'ma pray for my enemies, but pray that they fall

Like I'm prayin' my prayers with my eyes half closed

Or like I'm prayin' to God with my tie half-do'

Verse 6

If I don't show up, tell 'em I'm busy

And if you don't like me, why you tweetin'?

And if you talkin' 'bout me, why you tweetin'?

I know you're hatin', why you tweetin'?

Verse 7

Yeah, I know that you need me, why you tweetin'?

I know your man still seein' her weekly, why you tweetin'?

I know the reason (M-M-Mayback)

I'ma let the money talk, 'cause the truth is in reachin'

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