Women like me for this one
You got my anyway

Mister hood

Dear misses independent
Looking for you like my life time depending on
You were cynic every woman is in the gold
To me ain't new as money long
Haters to let it to my ex before I start kiss my ex
Ok let's talk about the gold digger
Man shoot go figure but she was bad in the mood flicker
See the looking got a number
So make a long story couple days I'm sleeping beating
Fell in love with and every moe
For the first louie bag she was so
Never scalp but she let it watch
Bought everything she had if I could recall
So couple I gotta move it in
They show me money got me out of town
Ain't got a trick when I'm not around
She was tryin playin bounce
See the pictures of her because I hate the
trickin off the town
And I was too blind to see her sooner
Notice she was kind of she likes old
Took a in old damn the shooter really seen her face
She oficially on my
She pulled up some
I'm talking bags in the french trip
And that words to my six
See you ain't nothing but a I'm talking just to ashes

Chorus:
And here's a letter to my ex's
You aint' nothing but a spin
Oh was only have you when the cash in
You try to play me like a beam
But I ain't trippin 'cause you
Oh I ain't go bigger than
Man I'm so damn you're the
I used to love you with the passion
Sincerely yours

Oh, dear misses independent
Still searching like my life time depended on
You were woman is in the gold
To me is money long
If you ain't got it you can carry on
I'm talking like the loiue bag holds
No matter swag or you new
I swear my last was a bee like my
I thought we'd really last long
We wore the once to put the money on
Damn ain't no begging in fairytale
I'm talkin make believe love caught
But that's until I started buy things
It was cool now she started wearing rings
Such a drama queen
Corrupted by a life she could only see the green
Only I can be by any means let her tell we were something
Damn, had a cut it she was out of order
Try to pull me on blast like a on boarder
I call the mama tryin to transport her,
Did you thought I yeah kind, sort of
She was mad so she fall order
Just to come and get a bag fill the trash off
Swore to cops many many cast out
Hey but I ain't moving back in
Oh my mama prag twins
That's a whole lot of
I guess the story really never ends
Well here's the letter to my ex
I swear she used to be my best friend
Now she's a memory from back
I know she probably miss
Big in the play
She the last of my ex miss stress
Damn

Somebody tell me what's love
What's your definition of love?
Is love buying one another different gifts
Hold up depending on the price tag
Is that love?
I mean somebody genuine I'm feeling like love
It don't' give a damn on me anyway
Maybe relationships