Songtext Ain't cost me Duwap Kaine

Ain't cost me

And I'm smokin' on some ganja
Came up off this drank, it ain't cost me not a dollar
Man, y'all hoes annoying, I don't even want no roster
Came out the womb, I was blowin' through some commas
That nigga broke at home, he just scrollin' through some comments
Drank in my cup, you can have the thotiana
Make my wrist work, work, work like Rihanna
Countin' fettuccini, man, that's probably my favorite pasta
Sneakin' dissin', don't say that shit across the street
'Cause you won't ever step in the same room as me
Fuck Foot Locker, Maison Margiela's on my feet
Bitch ain't never seen us, she stole the liquor out my suite
My music just promethazine in a WAV form
If my niggas not on what I'm on, I can't wait for 'em
One day they gon' realize the streets wasn't made for 'em
Bought the whip in cash, bitch, I'm straight forward
Gotta cut 'em off if they not with your alignment
You broke and you mackin' with hoes, shit, I'm not fine with it
I only right through the night like a vampire, oh
And I can see what you want, I hate a bad liar, yeah
Sometimes I wanna feel normal, let's do a campfire, yeah
I'm tryna see if she the one, I need a magnifier
These bitches settin' niggas up, they pullin' insiders
These hoes temporary, I need a do or dier
I'm old news, but shittin' on her newer guy
I made a big mistake when I pictured you and I
But some of them days I felt too alive, uh
It's too good to be true
And I'm focused, but not on you
I'm focused on me, not you
Got a talent for readin' the room
Don't fuck with niggas, I'm drippin' tastefully rude
Tastefully rude (Tastefully rude, tastefully rude)
She said I'm too much, don't know what to do
Girl, I said I'm done with you (With you)
You just see how I'm comin' through, so you wanna keep you two of us, nah
But it can't be two of us, nah
Let's get high, yeah, that's cool with us, yeah
You said you real, you gotta prove it, bruh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout...