Rory Fresco - Involved lyrics
[Rory Fresco - Involved lyrics]
I might put your hoe to bed
If that's your hoe you might
Want to keep her close
I don't want to take it there
I hit it split it now I won't
Pick up the phone no more
I hit decline when I see you call
I'm on the grind I don't need to talk
I've got no time for me to be involved
You hit my line and I won't see your call
Don't you call me this late
I don't answer past 10
How you like me these days
You ain't like me back then
You were my sweet escape
I was feeling trapped in
You was feeling blocked off
Then a nigga popped off
Now a nigga cop lofts
Spend it for the shit I lost
Now a nigga top dog
Now a nigga get a lot of dough
Shit you told me was impossible
Where you told me I would never go
Jewelry looking like a pot of gold
Now them bitties call me Hollywood
I didn't hit it but I probably could
I've been trying to get a big check
I'm that nigga with the hit's, yes
I'm that nigga in the Midwest
I'm the one that got your bitch wet
I'm that nigga where I come
From and I'm probably
That nigga where you come from to my nigga
Ya dig i'm getting this money
Bitch boy
I might put your hoe to bed
If that's your hoe you might
Want to keep her close
I don't want to take it there
I hit it split it now I won't
Pick up the phone no more
I hit decline when I see you call
I'm on the grind I don't need to talk
I've got no time for me to be involved
You hit my line and I won't see your call
If that's your hoe you might
Want to keep her close
I don't want to take it there
I hit it split it now I won't
Pick up the phone no more
I hit decline when I see you call
I'm on the grind I don't need to talk
I've got no time for me to be involved
You hit my line and I won't see your call
Don't you call me this late
I don't answer past 10
How you like me these days
You ain't like me back then
You were my sweet escape
I was feeling trapped in
You was feeling blocked off
Then a nigga popped off
Now a nigga cop lofts
Spend it for the shit I lost
Now a nigga top dog
Now a nigga get a lot of dough
Shit you told me was impossible
Where you told me I would never go
Jewelry looking like a pot of gold
Now them bitties call me Hollywood
I didn't hit it but I probably could
I've been trying to get a big check
I'm that nigga with the hit's, yes
I'm that nigga in the Midwest
I'm the one that got your bitch wet
I'm that nigga where I come
From and I'm probably
That nigga where you come from to my nigga
Ya dig i'm getting this money
Bitch boy
I might put your hoe to bed
If that's your hoe you might
Want to keep her close
I don't want to take it there
I hit it split it now I won't
Pick up the phone no more
I hit decline when I see you call
I'm on the grind I don't need to talk
I've got no time for me to be involved
You hit my line and I won't see your call