LUV

I fell in love, shawty you my drug
Tell me where you at, imma need a hug
Tell me what it is, I don't care bout what it was
I remember when them shorties tried to treat me like a bug
Baby I won't say I'm God
But I promise I'm above
If you try to cross me out then imma show you I'm a thug
Bitch you got me fucked up, hello?
Please don't get it fucked up
Talkin to a young rich n---a you done lucked up
That bbl ain't cheap you better get a tummy tuck bruh
She like my swag, now she like way I talk
Huh?
I swear he a nino, I'm a walkin casino
This life a movie baby, I'm a pixar at regal
She say I'm Innocent, I got some people movin illegal
I'm a cash cow I only talk to 5% people
My team ring bills, Mike like Christmas
I'm a Christian, rockin Christian Dior
The only youngin with a bad bitch
My name is something that you couldn't afford
I got it poppin, n---s wishy washy
Talkin rags to riches I was just on the floor
I'm fuckin bitches driving mazaratis
I don't like em basic in a honda accord
This your shit huh? Fuckin up my kicks huh?
I'm a lick huh, you think I'm really rich huh?
You actin stupid, I remember you ain't even like a n---a
Got a little money, now you like a groupie
They was sleepin on me, n---a tweakin on me
I was in my bag back in 2020
I'm the man now, yea you is a fan now
I got bands now, now you ain't my mans now
I be coolin on the front street, bad bitch want me
I don't wanna talk to her if she ain't tryna touch me
I want all the dinero, I'm rockin gold like a pharaoh
I got a bag and I supply that bag to all of my fellows
I pull a cars ez to front, and then its back to the schedule
Look at my neck, look at my wrist my favorite color is yellow (bitch)
I fell in love, shawty you my drug
Tell me where you at, imma need a hug
Tell me what it is, I don't care bout what it was
I remember when them shorties tried to treat me like a bug
Baby I won't say I'm God
But I promise I'm above
If you try to cross me out then imma show you I'm a thug
(bitch I go by Mike dimes)
N---a, double lamb og
Big lamb, Mike Dimes gon stay lowkey
(just like that straight up)
Oh no no no, oh no no no
Then its back to the money
Money on money on money on money on money
One thing about me I be thumbing
Thumbin, i'm thumbin i'm thumbin i'm thumbin i'm thumbin
Damn this money cause paper cuts
Runnin, i'm runnin i'm runnin
These laps on these n---s till I get a piss to cup
The baby momma that you wifed was a slut
I be skirtin off until a n---a get turnt
I'm the man now, yea you is a fan now
I got bands now, now you aint my mans now
Ever seen a quarter milli broke into a p to double up the skrilla
Ever seen a boujee bitch that be undercover fuckin on yo n---s
Stupid rookie talking goofy a crash dummy talkin with his back out
You a fuck n---a with a back end make a bitch take all your racks out
Set it off, show me what them racks bout
Take a shit then we finna cash out
Like to act tough? We can act out, camera boy movin like a flash out



Credits
Writer(s): Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Michael Goode Jr, Andreas Breur, Anir Narine
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