Go on and cry

Told these bitches, "Shut the fuck up 'bout my lore"
Two shots of Malört
Then I'm fucked up on the floor
I think— I think you fucked up (You fucked up)
I'm not keepin' score (Yeah, uh)
I think he know too much (Fuck)
He don't like me no more (Go on and cry)
(J—)

Yeah, oh (Yeah, yeah)
I think he know too much (Fuck)
He don't like me no more (Oh)

Cuts on my leg and I don't even know (Uh)

I don't give a fuck 'bout dough (Fuck)
I don't give a fuck 'bout dough (Go on and cry)
I don't give a fuck 'bout dough
I don't give a fuck 'bout dough

I just make my shit
Watch the money grow (Oh)
I still leave my bills at the door
I've been eating good
It's some meals I miss the most (Go on and cry)
Give my manager hell, he take it like a pro
I would've quit last year, but I know too much ball
Uh, so many times I cut it close
I brought my boy a bottle (Go on and cry)
Say, "Let's have a toast" (Yeah, J—)

And he don't care about my lore
Two shots of Malört (Yeah)
Then I'm fucked up on the floor
I think— I think you fucked up (You fucked up)
I'm not keepin' score (Yeah, uh)
I think he know too much (Fuck)
He don't like me no more (Go on and cry)
(Revenge)

Yeah, oh (Yeah, yeah)
I think he know too much (Fuck)
He don't like me no more (Oh)

I don't give a fuck 'bout dough
I don't give a fuck 'bout dough
I don't give a fuck 'bout dough
I don't give a fuck 'bout dough (Go on and cry)

Rock