I Been Songtext

You need to put a condom on, 'cause you may not be that lucky
They got deadbeat moms now
Deadbeat moms now
Nobody knows where her nose goes when the sun down
Caught him walking to his car, gave his ass the rundown
Getting high on the jet, tryna calm down

I been
Uh, I hop out clean, rare like a Mona Lisa
Did the 'Rari two times, five hundred a piece
Yeah
I jump rope in the morning, then make a dub at least
Uh
And this water that I'm sipping from a private spring (Spring)
Come from them projects, but did a lot of things
Where them kilos came through and swallowed your dreams (dreams)
Niggas beefing over hoes, man, that's out of pocket
I'm in the tropics, lighting up something with Cartier lighters

I been Smoking and driving while I'm riding in a Lambo'
Trying to dodge all the scandals like the potholes in Atlanta
Pour some codeine in the Fanta, drinking codeine in my Phantom
Got Hermes on my bandana, came with three hoes like I'm Santa, yes
Made her throw it back like Mitchell & Ness
Hustle plus passion equals success
Soon as I walk in, I kiss on the flesh
You ain't even gotta tell me, I know I'm blessed

I put my team in position to win
Had to cut off all my hoes and just focus on yen
If I can make a few of 'em, then I can do it again
This pinky ring cost a dollar, I be cattin' for real
I got so much, I ain't gon' talk 'bout that
She just handle shit for me, but we don't talk like that
I put the bitch on payroll, then write it off on my tax
Then jump in my Maybach, then head back to the palace
What's happenin'? Uh
I been

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Man, uh
Aye, aye, aye aye, aye

Everybody wants to know where I've been
Good job, numbers
How much life experience of real pain and heartache
Is it necessary to be a genuine blues man?
Or can you be a happy person
And still call upon something
That delivers the goods in blues?