Make It Last

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Damedot] Baby, I know when I leave, you hate I got a run But it's money OT, I'm comin' right back when I'm done Stack it all up, cop the oxys by the tons I ain't tryna spend my life in the slums I'm tryna make it out, so I hustle real hard To buy its big cribs, new clothes and nice cars I just got a call 'bout a bag I always wanted Now it's straight to Somerset to get that bag you always wanted Burberry, Gucci, Louis, Prada, girl, name it It's nice to have a real nigga by your side, ain't it? Yeah, niggas talk money, but they only maintain it I talk it 'cause I live it, baby, I ain't even famous But listen, lil' mama, when I'm out here on the road Doin' shows, buyin' 'bows, sellin' O's, I want you to always know You a real bitch and I'm a real nigga We keep it one hundred, haters can't fuck with us For real [Verse 2: Peezy] Let's try to make it last forever, I ain't gon' have this bag forever You get mad I hit the set, I buy you bags and matching sweaters Louis belts to match the checkers, bestie and juicy necklace For the days you never let up, you can call me for whatever Even though I'm gettin' cheddar, you was there when I was broke You know I live the fast life, but you was there while it was slow Girl, you helped me plant the seeds and you was there to watch it grow I swear I want this shit forever, I'm just here to let you know One thing for sure, two things for certain, you helped me when I was hurtin' You was baggin', I was servin', but it felt like it was perfect Swear I never meant to hurt you, man, I hate to see your tears You was talkin' to your friends like, "I'm straight on him for real" But at the end of the day, I still gotta get this money Even when we ain't together, you gon' always be my woman Even when the bag stop, for you, I'll always keep it comin' From the bottom of my heart keep it a hundred, for real [Verse 3: Team Eastside Snoop] Want this shit forever, I'm just tryna make it last I ain't tryna hurt your feelings, I ain't nothin' like your last Makin' love to the money, but be fuckin' with the cash Stack it up 'til it's sunny, you be fuckin' up the bag Don't give a fuck about your past, fuck about your man Expose you to real, and fuck up all your plans Tighten up his circle, hope you nothin' like your friends You can spend what you like, it ain't nothin' for them bands And I know you think I'm playin', probably think I'm boosted If I settle for less, you'd probably think I'm stupid If I say it, then I mean it, girl, I'm just bein' truthful Let the past be the past and let's plan for your future Last time you caught me cheatin', I thought that you was grown Just the thought of you leavin' hurtin' my soul But let a dog roam, he'd find his way home And I swear I really need it, every word in this song (Every word)