Let it run out, Joe

Ever since I could remember, I've been poppin' my collar (Oh, oh, oh)
Jordans, spendin' top dollar (Oh, oh, oh)
Fendi, Gucci, Balenciaga (And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)
And ever since I made some figures (Oh, oh, oh), I've been splurgin' on my momma (Oh, oh, oh)
And that's the motherfuckin' problem, it don't help her with trauma (It don't help her)
They threw my brother in a hearsee and he just gave his daughter birth (Oh, oh, oh)
Look at her face and see the hurt (Oh, oh, oh)
Buy her a Lexus, diamond necklace and Balenciaga purse (And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)
I was tryna buy her love (Oh, oh, oh), but I really made it worse (Oh, oh, oh), put a pricetag on her love
But can't afford how much it's worth (Oh, oh, oh)

Still remember, early mornings, for them Jordans, stealin' out my mama's purse (Oh, oh, oh)
For it's what it's worth, that shit only made it worse

Ever since a little nigga, momma tried her best to keep us fresh
At fourth grade, platinum FUBU, middle school, Rocawear, Mitchell