I Can't - Sped Up

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 Huh, shit, huh, Jay Montana, man
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 Huh, shit, huh, oh my God, it's Jay Montana, man
 I can't love no bitch 'cause I want money, yeah, I run it up
 Sippin' too damn much, I'm looking down, I got a stupid gut
 Chillin' with the gang up in L.A., oh yeah, we stupid up
 How you fall in love? Man, she don't want you, you're a stupid fuck
 I can't love no bitch, man, they be plottin', and they're schemin'
 Talkin' down on gang, I'm finna pull up with my demons
 Just came back from Saks, and now I blow a bag in Neiman's
 Diamonds on me super cold, I'm feeling so anemic
 I can't love no bitch, I can't love no thot
 Sippin' on the drank, sippin' on the Wock'
 Put me on a beat, all I do is walk
 Fans blowin' my phone, telling me to drop
 V don't got no roof, I done dropped the top
 Bro just got a coupe, skrrtin' off the lot
 Totin' on Berettas, and we got some Glocks
 You're not talkin' money? I don't wanna talk
 Yeah, your Rollie fake, I could hear the tick
 I was fuckin' broke, now I'm rockin' Rick's
 Choppa with a beam, and it got a stick
 Niggas started sellin' candy, now they movin' bricks
 We was fuckin' broke and bummy, lookin' for a lick
 Caught a nigga lackin', now we're takin' all his shit
 We was just some wild kids, we was just some jits
 Momma always told me, "Boy, be careful who you with"
 I remember growin' up, I never really listened
 Now I'm getting older, and I know that I was trippin'
 When I'm in Chicago, bitch, I ball like Scottie Pippen
 On a yacht, I'm living the sweet life like London Tipton
 In a V, I'm doing like two hunnid, and I'm driftin'
 Like in Tesla, I just spilled some Wock' in the kitchen
 Ksubi jeans with the Balenci', bitch, I'm drippin'
 Diamonds on me wetter than a lake, my VV's glisten
 I can't love no bitch 'cause I want money, yeah, I run it up
 Sippin' too damn much, I'm looking down, I got a stupid gut
 Chillin' with the gang up in L.A., oh yeah, we stupid up
 How you fall in love? Man, she don't want you, you a stupid fuck
 I can't love no bitch, man, they be plottin', and they're schemin'
 Talkin' down on gang, I'm finna pull up with my demons
 Just came back from Saks, and now I blow a bag in Neiman's
 Diamonds on me super cold, I'm feeling so anemic