Child Support lyrics

[Intro]

What do you mean you can't pick him up this weekend?

Bro, you haven't seen your kid in like seven months

Bruh

[Verse 1]

You think this life is easy? You got hoes tryna be me

You out here texting and finessing while your child is needy

You got your pockets greedy, I gave your block your CDs

Man, I done held you down and held you up, this how you did me?

I fucked up and let you give me a baby

Noticed you started getting real lazy

Got on your ass, you started to hate me

Needed a loan, you never repaid me

All of a sudden I'm the one you hate, uh-huh, why, 'cause it's true?

You hate that I'm the only one that know the real you

[Chorus]

I ain't these hoes, huh, take off they clothes, huh

You all alone, huh? Everyone knows, huh?

'Cause as your child grow bigger, child support don't stack

I ain't gotta say shit, your baby said you so wack

I ain't these hoes, huh, I'm out here bold, huh

You going broke, huh? You all alone, huh?

Said you got this and you got that but you ain't got nothing to show

Now you all up in my business, I don't want you no more

I ain't these hoes, huh, take off they clothes, huh (Good riddance, fuck your feelings)

You all alone, huh? Everyone knows, huh (Yeah, we got a kid and all, but you got to be kiddin')

'Cause as your child grow bigger, child support don't stack (Good riddance, fuck your feelings)

I ain't gotta say shit, your baby said you so wack (Yeah, we got a kid and all but you got to be— ahh)

[Verse 2]

You boys be bragging 'bout your bitter baby mamas for the streets

Talking about we want you back, what the fuck you think your baby eats?

I don't even need a check, but oh my God, I hate a bum

Out here flossing, talking shit on Facebook, you ain't seen your son

But I mean good riddance, fuck your feelings

Yeah, we got a kid and all, but you got to be kiddin'

Telling all your lies to your guys that you left me

Probably choke me out if I talk and get messy

You wanted a Spanish mami, put the cameras on me

You banned your homies from talking to me

Got mad hoes, coulda bagged your bro, but your petty shit don't bother me

'Cause good riddance, fuck your feelings

Yeah, we got a kid and all but you got to be— ahh

[Chorus]

I ain't these hoes, huh, take off they clothes, huh

You all alone, huh? Everyone knows, huh?

'Cause as your child grow bigger, child support don't stack

I ain't gotta say shit, your baby said you so wack

I ain't these hoes, huh, take off they clothes, huh (Good riddance, fuck your feelings)

You all alone, huh? Everyone knows, huh (Yeah, we got a kid and all, but you got to be kiddin')

'Cause as your child grow bigger, child support don't stack (Good riddance, fuck your feelings)

I ain't gotta say shit, your baby said you so wack (Yeah, we got a kid and all but you got to be— ahh)

[Outro]

Hahaha, bro

And don't be trippin' 'bout who you see me with, either

He got a new dad