You ain't gotta be rich but fuck that, how we gonna get around your bus pass?
Fo' I put this pussy on your mustache, can you afford me?
My niggas breadwinners, never corny. Ambition makes me so horny.
Not the fussin' and the frontin', if you got nuttin', baby boy, you betta "Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" Shit!.
I like a, lot of P-rada, Alize and vodka. Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up.
Get it up I put it down everytime it pop up, huh, I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya, feel the juice, then I got ya.
When you produce a rocka I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa.
My, coochie remains in a Gucci name. Never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance.
High class, if you ain't rollin, bypass, if you ain't holdin, I dash, yo.
“The problem is that you don’t just choose recovery. You have to keep choosing recovery, over and over and over again. You have to make that choice 5-6 times each day. You have to make that choice even when you really don’t want to. It’s not a single choice, and it’s not easy.”
—Carrie’s Blog Post (via ancailleachmara)