Fuck Love

I get that cash and imma spaz out
I get that check i run it up I'm finna cash out
I took his bitch she tryna fuck that nigga mad now
I need blue hundreds in my pockets like the mavs now
And you cant call it luck
I put my all inside this shit so i aint giving up
Pour my emotions and my feelings in this double cup
Cause all these bitches act the same I'm giving up on love (Oh my god yeah)

So now i just get to a bag
Yeah now i just fuck em and dip
Lil diamonds they flooded my wrist
An now they be checkin the drip
These blue hundreds on me but I'm not Crip
Smokin gas got me high as a blimp
These bitches on me they just wanted a glimpse
Of the guap
She a hoe She a thot
She a hoe gimme top
I got blow I got wok
What you need what i got
Rocket be blowin on smoke like a train
Yes i be high as a muh fuckin plane
Cant cuff a bitch i just wanted some brain
Draco on me and I'm letting it bang
I just wanted some Christian Dior
Get the racks I put it on the floor
I'm not cuffing that bitch she a whore
Want the hundreds i need me some more
Got yo bitch on my dick she a whore
I pull up in a coupe its 2 doors
I pull up in a muh fuckin Porsche
Counting hundreds I need me some more

I get that cash and imma spaz out
I get that check i run it up I'm finna cash out
I took his bitch she tryna fuck that nigga mad now
I need blue hundreds in my pockets like the mavs now
And you cant call it luck
I put my all inside this shit so i aint giving up
Pour my emotions and my feelings in this double cup
Cause all these bitches act the same I'm giving up on love



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Writer(s): Jordan Scott
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