Truth Be Told

Oh, oh, oh Ayy, yo, Nashi, you go crazy Chorus Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain't rich yet Truth be told, I hit your ho, won't get your bitch back I'll hit my new bitch with a rubber, still'll get checked Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex, got my wrist wet New bitch all on my line, told her she'll be fine, ain't give her dick yet Told 'em I'ma pop out, I got options, I ain't pick yet Heard what they said, I'ma get 'em dead, but they ain't blitz yet We gon' slide first, put 'em in that hearse, we don't do get-backs, yeah Verse 1 Said I don't eat good, but I ain't sick yet, I need a big check And when I pop out with my new bitch, that's a big flex Said I wouldn't be big, but shit, I did that, got a new crib, did that Got a new car, did that, 2x so I can't sit back And I'll be damned a nigga blam me and I ain't seen my kids' kids yet She wanna lay up, I told her I don't do kickbacks They ask me do I party I said, Hardly, nigga I'm fucked up in the head, so I don't party with 'em Don't be tryna let 'em know I'm thug, but I'm mean muggin' shit Wish I knew Tydre before that party got my brother hit Fast money, wish my sister wasn't in love in with that When I found out Nae wasn't my cousin, made her love the dick Chorus Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain't rich yet Truth be told, I hit your ho, won't get your bitch back I'll hit my new bitch with a rubber, still'll get checked Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex, got my wrist wet New bitch all on my line, told her she'll be fine, ain't give her dick yet Told 'em I'ma pop out, I got options, I ain't pick yet Heard what they said, I'ma get 'em dead, but they ain't blitz yet We gon' slide first, put 'em in that hearse, we don't do get-backs, yeah Verse 2 I feel like karma gon' come get me 'cause I'm haunted Fucked a stripper bitch from Onyx And I feel like I love that ho Gang hit a lick for six, thought he was ballin' Like he scored, he got to tauntin' Now he dead, and I love my bro, yeah Gotta keep that nina by my waistline, yeah Want that Piguet, so I don't waste time If I hit his head, we gon' call it FaceTime Me and my bitch gotta think alike like we got great minds Shit, I heard it through the grapevine, he got eight, but he might take five I don't wear no cape, but I'ma save y'all Got family, so I'ma make mine Even if it's dark clouds in the daytime You always find a way to make my day shine Chorus Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain't rich yet Truth be told, I hit your ho, won't get your bitch back I'll hit my new bitch with a rubber, still'll get checked Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex, got my wrist wet New bitch all on my line, told her she'll be fine, ain't give her dick yet Told lil' mama pop out, I got options, I ain't pick yet Heard what they said, I'ma get 'em dead, but they ain't blitz yet We gon' slide first, put 'em in that hearse, we don't do get-backs, yeah