Anymore

I don't fall in love
I just get paid
I've been on my guap
On sum trap shit
Everybody fucks with you when you getting paid
Everybody fucks with you
When you getting paid
Take it back
Make it clap
Yeah she dancing on a band
Bands to make her
Trapline on my sos
She ain't calling for help
I've been real from the shelf
I've been tugging like a belt
Monclear to my goons
When we come around its a fashion statement
Lifestyle feels amazing
Yeah yeah yeah
I don't fall in love anymore
I got two bitches that's calling my phone
Fuck your gang I don't belong anymore
I feel alive when I ball

Is the money more
Is the music more
I don't even know
But I still pushing though
Laying all the bricks That I made
(I made)
Trapping hard I'll breaking legs
(Break a leg)
Grinding and I be getting checks
(With mah nigga switch)
Lay my bed where the cat sleeps
(Right where I lay mat)
Build my house where the snake sit
(Wear my beads)
Eat the fruit that the worms eat
(Eat like meat)
Stay away from dead niggas
If not Id be dead
All my mind all my heart you know on the gang
All my soul, all the love that I freely give
All the trap records you know I'll be making hit
I'll be creeping like a snake I know you know what I mean
Even tho you never knew I'd tell you what I did
Even tho you never seen I'd show you how to see
Make you feel the thrills
Wlying with the beat

I don't fall in love
I just get paid
I've been on my guap
On sum trap shit
Everybody fucks with you when you getting paid
Everybody fucks with you
I don't fall in love anymore
I got two bitches that's calling my phone
Fuck your gang he's an opps
Ama take my chance
And fuck with this drugs



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Anthony Smith
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