Not Easy - Toosii

This shit ain’t easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah

Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me?

And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it’s true, yeah

Without me, wouldn’t be no you, oh

You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah

You a city girl now, you wasn’t like this at first, I ain’t used to this

If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain’t usin' it?

Yeah

Broke bitch can’t get a dollar, you ain’t doin' shit (Yeah, uh)

She wanna fuck on a nigga just for that check, mhm, yeah

Won’t get a dollar from me, better get my respect

Oh, now I’m broke now 'cause I won’t give you shit and I won’t flex?

Mhm, yeah

You want a nigga drop a bag on your chest, mhm

That shit a dub, could’ve got indicted for this here bag

Now you callin' my phone, you need your nails did and your hair bad

Talkin' 'bout you need some rent money, your check ain’t clear yet, uh

Bitch, get off my phone, I ain’t tryna hear that

Got a bag, now the hoes move faster

She want dick, then you know I’ma tax her

I got some like muscle relaxers

I won’t lie, don’t do no cappin'

Yungeen Ace, he say jo jacking

I don’t know what that mean

But I think it mean that these hoes be flaggin', yeah, uh

This shit ain’t easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah

Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me?

And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it’s true, yeah

Without me, wouldn’t be no you, oh

You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah

You a city girl now, you wasn’t like this at first, I ain’t used to this

If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain’t usin' it?

Yeah

Broke bitch can’t get a dollar, you ain’t doin' shit (Uh)

That lil' ho think she Caresha

My bitch a queen, Latifah

Hoes wan' kick shit like FIFA

I ain’t tryna do that either

She smoke indica, sativa

And she think that a nigga believe her

Give me pussy, then I won’t need her, uh, yeah, uh

Still the same nigga, just check, lil' baby, my bag big, yeah

Came from the rags to the riches, don’t know where the rags is

My money clean now, and that ain’t somethin' that a rag did

Dirty money was cool 'cause that was somethin' that a bag did

She can’t fuck with a nigga like me

Too much racks inside of my jeans

Dope dick turn her into a fiend

She was just tryna fuck with the team

Stiff on a ho, say a nigga be mean

You don’t got shit that I need

What the fuck could you do for me?

This shit ain’t easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah

Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me?

And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it’s true, yeah

Without me, wouldn’t be no you, oh

You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah

You a city girl now, you wasn’t like this at first, I ain’t used to this

If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain’t usin' it?

Yeah

Broke bitch can’t get a dollar, you ain’t doin' shit