Recoup - J. Sirus, Reason, Rauziel

Been drinkin' Henny all day

Tell Brandon bring that good shit, whoa

Fatally attracted, ain’t no goin' back

Now I’m on that one way back to say

Uh, and I’m done with that funny, ayy

Hey matter fact, bitch where my money at?

Ooh, and you know I learned that from the backs, uh

Big bro teachin’s keepin' me in check, uh

And don’t you ask 'bout how I’m movin'

I been chillin', I been coolin'

Don’t you make me catch my second breath, ooh

And ya new shit just a throwaway, ayy

I been trippin', I need shoulder space

And I’ma flood the game until that water tear they neck

And when they sink into they depths, I bet they’d know the name (Whoa)

And don’t get sentimental

My chick is in the kitchen (Uh) cleanin' what is on the menu, whoa

No need to offend you, uh

One shot, one shot, end you, uh

Money I meant to, uh

Look what I been through, uh

I need a eighth and then I need some face, ooh

Money talk, I think you can’t relate

I sent my baby to the East side, package out of state

I tell AC to break the break and then recoup the cake, fuck it

Get blunted, pile up all my hunnids

Ain’t have my back, you frontin'

Tables turned, I’m learnin'

That bitch got no stomach

Big shit, big shit, plunge it

Thank it 'till I want it

Fuck you mean?

I done it

Run it

Make sure the check is right

I made a mess tonight

Leave 'em, I’m life

Gotta recoup, I feel like a threat tonight

These bitches is tonight

I’m havin' sex tonight

Pull off in a Coupe

Bitch I did it, no going back, I’m in this, ayy

Independent, this shit get expensive, no

Buzzin', (Wait) they recoup my budget (Whoa)

Now I’m (Whoa) somethin'

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Wait, I don’t look in the past

Foot on the gas, I got a bag

I spend it all, boomerang fast

That’s how you recoup

Wait, I just got a Benz

Came with a dime, told her get in

She want me to spin, she want me to spin

But that’s not what I do

West side (Whoa, whoa)

Them niggas owe me a check (Wait)

I gotta whip up some change, we used to be slaves

Fuck you expect?

('Spect)

I been towed up from the basement

They gotta give me respect (Yes)

You make it, considered you blessed

But when you meet it, consider you threats, wait (Wait)

But fuck it, I’m used to it

AC on it then it’s Coupe music

Fuck the budget nigga, run it up

Throw some hunnids up now the roof blowin'

We some young niggas so we act like it

Don’t play Jenga but I stack like it, wait (Wait, wait, wait)

She don’t think I’m handsome but I act like it, wait

Get blunted, pile up all my hunnids

Ain’t have my back, you frontin'

Tables turned, I’m learnin'

That bitch got no stomach

Big shit, big shit, plunge it

Thank it 'till I want it

Fuck you mean?

I done it

Run it

Make sure the check is right

I made a mess tonight

Leave 'em, I’m life

Gotta recoup, I feel like a threat tonight

These bitches is tonight

I’m havin' sex tonight

Pull off in a Coupe

Bitch I did it, no going back, I’m in this, ayy

Independent, this shit get expensive, no

Buzzin', they recoup my budget

Now I’m somethin'