Hopeless Romantic
Feel like a hopeless romantic
She got my glock make them boys go panic
Make her my queen she up in my palace, uh i'm lovin' her fashion
One look at her and i'm up in a trance
Amiri my jeans got bands in my pants
Makin her pur when we hop in the jag
Know we gon' hustle and know we gon' stack
Keep it a buck no fifty
Up with the cult them goons is with me
Nines on top bitch we fly like a jet
Know I be with them we countin' up checks
Roll up that boy then asks who's next
Told her to hit me on text
I love my gang said fuck all the rest
Swipin' that boy bitch you get finessed
Countin' my paper i'm stackin' it
Wasting my time no bitch I ain't having it
Bitch I be sick as a patient, patiently waitin'
Until I blow up tell my mama I made it
Feel like I'm Zoro I'm countin this green
Lovin' the money ain't nothing between
Know i'm a fiend for the hustle, know we can tussle
Foam fill it up get that shit on the double
Look at my shawty don't know if I love her
Two women I love is my blick and my mother
Five percent tint like we under cover
We going raw when we under covers
Shoutout the nines my bruddas
Don't gotta tell em they know that I love them
Feel like a hopeless romantic
She got my glock make them boys go panic
Make her my queen she up in my palace, uh i'm lovin' her fashion
One look at her and i'm up in a trance
Amiri my jeans got bands in my pants
Makin her pur when we hop in the jag
Know we gon' hustle and know we gon' stack
Keep it a buck no fifty
Up with the cult them goons is with me
She got my glock make them boys go panic
Make her my queen she up in my palace, uh i'm lovin' her fashion
One look at her and i'm up in a trance
Amiri my jeans got bands in my pants
Makin her pur when we hop in the jag
Know we gon' hustle and know we gon' stack
Keep it a buck no fifty
Up with the cult them goons is with me
Nines on top bitch we fly like a jet
Know I be with them we countin' up checks
Roll up that boy then asks who's next
Told her to hit me on text
I love my gang said fuck all the rest
Swipin' that boy bitch you get finessed
Countin' my paper i'm stackin' it
Wasting my time no bitch I ain't having it
Bitch I be sick as a patient, patiently waitin'
Until I blow up tell my mama I made it
Feel like I'm Zoro I'm countin this green
Lovin' the money ain't nothing between
Know i'm a fiend for the hustle, know we can tussle
Foam fill it up get that shit on the double
Look at my shawty don't know if I love her
Two women I love is my blick and my mother
Five percent tint like we under cover
We going raw when we under covers
Shoutout the nines my bruddas
Don't gotta tell em they know that I love them
Feel like a hopeless romantic
She got my glock make them boys go panic
Make her my queen she up in my palace, uh i'm lovin' her fashion
One look at her and i'm up in a trance
Amiri my jeans got bands in my pants
Makin her pur when we hop in the jag
Know we gon' hustle and know we gon' stack
Keep it a buck no fifty
Up with the cult them goons is with me
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Writer(s): Uriah Alenepi
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