Insecure

[Pleasure P:]
None of these hoes can flex on my baby
But my baby at home and she driving me crazy
I hit hustle and tryna just make us some money
But she just out here thinking I'm fucking
So insecure, we fight every night
I could accuse you of the same, but two wrongs don't make a right
And two rights don't make me wrong, I'd rather just be alone
And to leave and not come home

[Maor Mo:]
But I know you really love me
So why do you insist on making things hard
And don't let me do my job
But I know you really love me
So why do you insist on making things hard
And don't let me do my job

[Pleasure P:]
Kicking me outta the house now
She pack all my shit in the trash bags
She started some shit, but for what now?
I don't understand why she don't bump down
So insecure, we trip all the time
You sure like the lights, but you don't like the grind
You would be half the girl, I wanna fucking fight
And why you swear so bad that I ain't living right

[Maor Mo:]
But I know you really love me
So why do you insist on making things hard
And don't let me do my job
But I know you really love me
So why do you insist on making things hard
And don't let me do my job