MIA
Yeah, I been in the zone
Took a trip now I'm back
Baby where the love at
Yeah, got a lot of hating motherfuckers praying for my downfall
Damn where the love at
Yeah, if I see 'em in the streets
Leave 'em M.I.A. like Dan Marino
Got the heat like Al Pacino
I make dinero I'm a damn casino
Like oooh at the function going crazy
It's a thriller like Quincy
Yeah, we gettin' real lit of them drinks
Pouring up like Pimp C
Pouring up, pouring up
Bad bih throwing ass in the club
Spilling drink out my glass, out my cup
In my bag I don't really give a fuck
Where did all the love go?
If you try to cheat then we done, hoe
Baby where the love at?
Lookin' at my cup where the drugs at
Where the love at?
Cheatin' on me then I'm grabbin' my gatt
If I showed you love then would you show it back?
I'm quittin' the drugs and I ain't turnin' back
I'm droppin' R.U. and I'm making it stack
I'm with Kalon Mac and I'm on the track
My skin color white but my forces all black
You shootin' your shot but her Instagram hacked
I'm grabbin' my gun and I aim at your hat
Better than me boy you tweakin' off crack
44 bullets inside of my mag
I grab on her waist and I hit from the back
Aye, at the function ladies goin' crazy
And all my homies get one for them later
One hoe, one more, I'm feelin' like Winfrey
If my team ain't eating, I ain't winnin'
So, give me my flowers like tulips
I been flowin' like cruise ships since a lil jit
Got a bih from Moscow I call her Grew Goose chick
Yeah, with them loose lips
And she wearing Burberry sparkly dress and it's see through
I got grande money with some playboy bunnies
That's why your bih with me, this ain't nothin' new
I'm a gentleman, I fuck her then leave in the morn'
Cause I ain't got the time of day to try and mend a whore
I'm on the coast of Newport in Aventador
If my homies come on over, bring a friend or more
Yeah, we some wild cats like Villanova
Yeah, I been in the zone
Took a trip now I'm back
Baby where the love at
Yeah, got a lot of hating motherfuckers praying for my downfall
Damn where the love at
Yeah, if I see 'em in the streets
Leave 'em M.I.A. like Dan Marino
Got the heat like Al Pacino
I make dinero I'm a damn casino
Like oooh at the function going crazy
It's a thriller like Quincy
Yeah, we gettin' real lit of them drinks
Pouring up like Pimp C
Pouring up, pouring up
Bad bih throwing ass in the club
Spilling drink out my glass, out my cup
In my bag I don't really give a fuck
Took a trip now I'm back
Baby where the love at
Yeah, got a lot of hating motherfuckers praying for my downfall
Damn where the love at
Yeah, if I see 'em in the streets
Leave 'em M.I.A. like Dan Marino
Got the heat like Al Pacino
I make dinero I'm a damn casino
Like oooh at the function going crazy
It's a thriller like Quincy
Yeah, we gettin' real lit of them drinks
Pouring up like Pimp C
Pouring up, pouring up
Bad bih throwing ass in the club
Spilling drink out my glass, out my cup
In my bag I don't really give a fuck
Where did all the love go?
If you try to cheat then we done, hoe
Baby where the love at?
Lookin' at my cup where the drugs at
Where the love at?
Cheatin' on me then I'm grabbin' my gatt
If I showed you love then would you show it back?
I'm quittin' the drugs and I ain't turnin' back
I'm droppin' R.U. and I'm making it stack
I'm with Kalon Mac and I'm on the track
My skin color white but my forces all black
You shootin' your shot but her Instagram hacked
I'm grabbin' my gun and I aim at your hat
Better than me boy you tweakin' off crack
44 bullets inside of my mag
I grab on her waist and I hit from the back
Aye, at the function ladies goin' crazy
And all my homies get one for them later
One hoe, one more, I'm feelin' like Winfrey
If my team ain't eating, I ain't winnin'
So, give me my flowers like tulips
I been flowin' like cruise ships since a lil jit
Got a bih from Moscow I call her Grew Goose chick
Yeah, with them loose lips
And she wearing Burberry sparkly dress and it's see through
I got grande money with some playboy bunnies
That's why your bih with me, this ain't nothin' new
I'm a gentleman, I fuck her then leave in the morn'
Cause I ain't got the time of day to try and mend a whore
I'm on the coast of Newport in Aventador
If my homies come on over, bring a friend or more
Yeah, we some wild cats like Villanova
Yeah, I been in the zone
Took a trip now I'm back
Baby where the love at
Yeah, got a lot of hating motherfuckers praying for my downfall
Damn where the love at
Yeah, if I see 'em in the streets
Leave 'em M.I.A. like Dan Marino
Got the heat like Al Pacino
I make dinero I'm a damn casino
Like oooh at the function going crazy
It's a thriller like Quincy
Yeah, we gettin' real lit of them drinks
Pouring up like Pimp C
Pouring up, pouring up
Bad bih throwing ass in the club
Spilling drink out my glass, out my cup
In my bag I don't really give a fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Palomo
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