Infatuated*

Yeah

Hey, oh, oh

(Murda On The Beat So It's Not Nice)

Bitch, you can't afford it, ball like Michael Jordan

Get so high I'm soaring, Raf, no Lauren

She tells me that I drink too much

I tell her that she thinks too much

I ain't ever give no fucks, so I'ma go and pour me up

She tell me that she wanna fall in love, what is love? I don't know much

She tell me I'm infatuated with drugs, maybe I should just slow up

Nah, I'ma keep it pushing, pop a Xanny, use the Perky as a cushion

That lil' bitch, I'll fuck her if she gushing, now her boyfriend looking at me crooked

Cool, I got something for that, in fact, here, take a shot out the strap, relax

Bool, that's just what I do, I remember ho's was hating back in high school

Bitch, you can't afford it, ball like Michael Jordan

Get so high I'm soaring, Raf, no Lauren

She tells me that I drink too much

I tell her that she thinks too much

I ain't ever give no fucks, so I'ma go and pour me up

I remember when I was sixteen, thought I was gonna make it to the big leagues

Then I started rapping like oowie, now they tryna ride me like a ten speed

Used to a baller, now I'm balling out with no court, how a nigga balling when you don't play no sports

Brother whipping with a fork, we had no forks, brother whipping with a spork, we had no fork

These Xans, baby these not Advil, I'm sad, so I took a mad pill

I'm mad, so I took some more pills, went from two to popping like four pills

Bitch, you can't afford it, ball like Michael Jordan

Get so high I'm soaring, Raf, no Lauren

She tells me that I drink too much

I tell her that she thinks too much

I ain't ever give no fucks, so I'ma go and pour me up