Lady XO - Cliché lyrics

Hey what?

I keep to myself they say I gotta attitude

I can't rock with you you'd get caught
Up the way you move
In the street like heavy watch ya
Mouth and what you do
Why you so busy talkin' till I
Walk up in the room

Yeah, shit ain't sweet don't sugarcoat it
Watch ya homie he got motives
You not lyin well then show us
If you is we do you bogus
Mind at ease that's why I'm smokin
Tried to show you you weren't goin
You not with me cuz you folded
Keep that energy away from me
I'll violate you first degree
Homie told me you act shady
If that's the case we make it shake
I just wanna eat the cake
I Got the munchies I be baked
No I'm not sharing 'cuz you fake
Be careful of the friends you make

I don't wanna be cliché but
Only God can judge me
He seen all the love I showed an
All the hate it caused me
OG gettin old by now I bet that she lost it
If you tell me somethin' then
You better keep your promise

I share all my wins but I'm
Alone with all my losses
Had to cut 'em off it's what
It is don't fuck with toxic
My man acting all brand new he
Told me I caused it at the bank you get two
Options steady clickin' on deposit

Yeah, he tryna tell me he ain't got it
Boy you better cough it up
Fuck what you sayin' i won't buy it, yeah
Watch how you talkin' hairline
Fucked up that shit lookin all upsided

You the type to talk that shit
Well my type gon' surprise 'em
I be pulling cards ya lame ass
Friends swear that you got it
How you flexing all these rentals
You don't pay your rent
Yeah, you ain't got the bands you
Talkin boy you really spent
I don't fuck with lames no way
Goofy bitch do what I say
I had a good day today
I stay makin all the plays
I want blue bills in a safe
Starry ceiling in a rafe
Homie gotta beat the case
So we can laugh 'bout yesterday

Hey yeah, that's how it goes
Ten toes, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Pass out the bowls
Then we go and get some more
Benji's make ya do a money dance
I'm lit you wouldn't understand
Hit me bout that work well it
Depends how much you wanna spend
My mouth of diamonds glistenin'
Feel royal like the president
And if you gotta problem
Imma recommend some councilin'

Yeah, shit lowly I got on me
Don't make me turn up keep
Ya hands away from me
I stunt on my own no babe it ain't a thang
And if you not bout money
Then get out the way
Gotta go make a trade please
Don't press me okay
I just know how to get it
Shit who could you blame
I don't care bout the fame
Only trips to the bank
Miss the shots you don't take
Good thing I got good aim