Letra Better or worse Fredo Bang

Better or worse

Ain't that DJ Chose up in here?
Mm, look like DJ Chose

Uh, all of my diamonds they wet
Girl, he ain't fuckin' you right (he not)
We get to pack on the plane (sheesh)
We had to stuff it in rice
I let her count up the dough (dough)
Fuck around and I counted it twice (twice)
You know I'm not trustin' no hoe (no)
Bitch must've thought she was wife

They say, 'For better or worse'
Thought we was better at first
Then we got deep in that shit
I found out your secrets and shit
And found out I'd rather be lone
Found out I'd rather be lone
Found out I'd rather be lone, uh

Money so dirty, gotta go to the wash
Catchin' a play , i got dope in my boxers
Got in my feelings, shit fuckin' my partner
Seen it myself, I'd probably have shot em
Hundred thou' sittin' right on my neck
Hundred round sittin' right under my pole
Hundred thou' make a bitch change her mind
Got a hundred thou' the reason I ain't trust no ho

Breakin' down dope, got it crackin' like glass
Thumbin a hundred, I'm feelin' my stash
Break down, break down, break down bags
Ain't eat on her cat, tryna stick to my fast

All of my bitches got pretty white teeth
None of my brothers ah talk to the P
I want a bitch like Cardi B
All of my, all of my, all of my, woo

All of my diamonds they wet (they wet)
Girl, he ain't fuckin' you right (he not)
We get to pack on the plane (sheesh)
We had to stuff it in rice
I let her count up the dough (dough)
Fuckin' 'round and I counted it twice (twice)
You know I'm not trustin' no hoe (no)
Bitch must've thought she was wife

They say, 'For better or worse'
Thought we was better at first
Then we got deep in that shit
I found out your secrets and shit
And found out I'd rather be lone
Found out I'd rather be lone
Found out I'd rather be lone, uh

Gave her my heart and she used it against me
Say I'm a dog, I'm just chasin' a biscuit
Sellin' that fetti, that fetti, that fetti, that fetti, that fetti
And I made me a fifty

All of my bitches got pretty white teeth
None of my brothers ah talk to the P
I want a bitch like Cardi B
All of my, all of my, all of my, woo

All of my diamonds they wet (they wet)
Girl, he ain't fuckin' you right (he not)
We get to pack on the plane (sheesh)
We had to stuff it in rice
I let her count up the dough (dough)
Fuckin' 'round and I counted it twice (twice)
You know I'm not trustin' no hoe (no)
Bitch must've thought she was wife

They say, 'For better or worse'
Thought we was better at first
Then we got deep in that shit
I found out your secrets and shit
And found out I'd rather be alone
Found out I'd rather be alone
Found out I'd rather be alone, oh