Tsu Surf - Get It How You Live lyrics

Montage

For the love of money
For the sake of dollars
Stop playing with bitches
Stop hating my father start loving my life
I've been learning from wrongs
Open up a bit more
Start releasing these songs
No verse about my watch
I'll save that for later
Why shine anymore, already got haters
Still wear my old sneaks'
They symbolize a lot
A walk to get here, why I ain't never stop
I caught a couple cases, almost got shot
My daughter born, I was gone
She ain't have a pops
We was sellin' drugs for a reason
Gettin' O's from Ohio
That was love out in Cleveland
Just tryna' eat, few mouths to feed
Your verses couches and I'm Rick James
You know the couch is me
Fucking a new bitch, she a foreigner
Every time I hit, it be a murder, slaughterer
Killed it on Cam, extra while, I recorded her
The shit just felt weird when
She said she a foreigner
Already close to death
So I'm 'pose to stroke it next

All these pretty faces, can't fuckin' choose
Most of them will strip for rent
Some of them will fuck for shoes
Fuck it, get it how you live, baby
It ain't your money, it's his, baby

Was riding with my bitch, bumpin' old shit
She turned down the song
Like "Surf, you heard Cole shit"
I coulda' been a hater too
But the shit was too relateable
I mean I never really lived in one house
Wasn't really too stable
Mommy was in and out
Home, court, projects, 18th street house
Week way in Clayton Ave
We was living in the south
But, I could tell that he real
It ain't the deal
He just playing with the cards that they deal
Turn that up though, this rap game cutthroat
She said she wonder where my heart went
Chasin' our condo
Think I learned what grow apart meant
She made the situation complex
We was on a plane
She wanted house, that's a bomb threat
Tryna' make a couple ends meet
So I could make some other ends meet
I'ma hit you when I got a chance
We could let some of our friends meet

All these pretty faces, can't fuckin' choose
Most of them will strip for rent
Some of them will fuck for shoes
Fuck it, get it how you live, baby
It ain't your money, it's his, baby