Use Me

You know shit's full of lies, oh, oh You know shit's full of tries, oh, oh You know shit's full of lies, oh, oh You know shit's is full of tries, oh, oh Told 'em, told 'em I give 'em, told 'em I give 'em, told 'em I give 'em, told 'em These tunes are for you to use These tunes are for you to use me Oooh, use me, what you want me for? Use me Oooh, use me, what you want me for? Use me Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh Use me what you want me for? Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through Guess you can rock those when I don't see you Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do? I'll call your ex if you really want me to I'll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town When I'm in Chi-Town, I treat it like it's my town I scoop your son up from your baby daddy 'Round this point you don't have to deal with your ex You know shit's full of lies, oh, oh You know shit's full of tries, oh, oh You know shit's full of lies, oh, oh You know shit's is full of tries, oh, oh Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me Anyway, yeah Those carats on my hand, 'bout to get send down I can always wait on these bands, but nigga not now I got ache on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean, oh I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team, oh Kissin' on the water with my chains out My life is more effective than a cocaine drought 'Cause I would travel to grandma's house when I came out I said it for the streets, they made my own lane, oh When you get high enough you can dodge rain drops But tell your mama or your daddy you in the game though You know shit's full of lies, oh, oh You know shit's full of tries, oh, oh You know shit's full of lies, oh, oh You know shit's is full of tries, oh, oh Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me Tell me what you're usin' me for Use me to make me better Oh, yeah you can use me Use me to make me better Make me better, make me better Use me Use me, use me, use me Use me to make me better