Invoice - Chris Travis

I ain’t never ever been no bitch boy

Leave me a invoice

You lack like androids

I cannot fuck with niggas

They do not stand up

To everything they say

So pussy man up

Aye get your bands up

You want a feature?

I see you looking at me

She say excuse her

I move like rulers

No you can’t swoom us

Aye don’t you lie to me

Good luck

Change up my fit like I change up my bitch

Catch me banging and shit till my eardrums explode

Talk like you loaded we know that you rubbish

Don’t come around me boy I do not condone

Hate me, I know it

You ain’t even on shit

These niggas be talking but don’t even own shit

Pull up by myself and Ima show ya

Nigga I got my Draco like I’m Soulja

Like Costa Nostra, put me on the mothafuckin posters

I get more love but I ain’t even worry bout a hoe love

Higher than oh duh

Niggas get fucked up

Drug out the club

Two years now I’m up

Four years now I’m rich

Go and take a piss on your bitch

Fuck nigga go and make a hit

While you sit around talk shit