Love and Lust
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh uh
Yeah, man doing this is simple
Counting racks I doubled up a bag
You just one of us
Only split with niggas that I trust
You can't join the bus
Them the guys that put love over lust
Only some of us
Bitches that we practice shooting shots
You can't fuck em once
Okay I hit and quit it
These days
I reminisce of when I'm in it
These days
play another track and they gon spin it
These days
She just eat it up when I go finish
Perfect
Fuck that this just the beginning
I just play the game I ain't notice I was winning
Put in all my pain but you still gon catch me grinning
Dove right in her kitty you would thought a nigga swimming
Getting it up I've been running it up
Ain't nobody can touch
Ya man is a lame he ain't got no whip
Still taking a bus
If ain't about money or bread never catch me making a fuss
Why, why, why, why
When she turn around she change her world
Shout out gang shining like a pearl
Put in work it's gon make em firm
Lessons and the stories that I learned
Okay you feeling me
I told em run it back
I just keep all of the green around me
Like a chicken wrap
You ain't heard about Lil Melrose
Oh he only put out slaps
If you hang around that boy
He gon put you on the map
Niggas ain't ready
I hop on that jetty
I'm counting this fetti
I'm moving real petty
The image ain't getty
I cook like I'm betty
I root for my dawgs who out in LA
Sunday to Sunday
Like Monday to Monday
I'm working no off days
Her face getting sauteed
Her friend is a upgrade
I know she gon throw shade
I don't really care cause a young nigga paid
Yeah
I get money lil bitch yeah I get money
I get money lil bitch yeah I get money
I get money lil bitch yeah I get money
I get money lil bitch yeah I get
Bitch get right with me
Wouldn't save none of these hoes for a slight penny
Bitch I been on bullshit like Chicago Benny
And I know she want me so just pass the henny
Okay you feeling me
I told em run it back
I just keep all of the green around me
Like a chicken wrap
You ain't heard about Lil Melrose
Oh he only put out slaps
If you hang around that boy
He gon put you on the map
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh uh
Yeah, man doing this is simple
Counting racks I doubled up a bag
You just one of us
Only split with niggas that I trust
You can't join the bus
Them the guys that put love over lust
Only some of us
Bitches that we practice shooting shots
You can't fuck em once
Okay I hit and quit it
These days
I reminisce of when I'm in it
These days
play another track and they gon spin it
These days
She just eat it up when I go finish
Perfect
Fuck that this just the beginning
I just play the game I ain't notice I was winning
Put in all my pain but you still gon catch me grinning
Dove right in her kitty you would thought a nigga swimming
Getting it up I've been running it up
Ain't nobody can touch
Ya man is a lame he ain't got no whip
Still taking a bus
If ain't about money or bread never catch me making a fuss
Why, why, why, why
When she turn around she change her world
Shout out gang shining like a pearl
Put in work it's gon make em firm
Lessons and the stories that I learned
Okay you feeling me
I told em run it back
I just keep all of the green around me
Like a chicken wrap
You ain't heard about Lil Melrose
Oh he only put out slaps
If you hang around that boy
He gon put you on the map
Niggas ain't ready
I hop on that jetty
I'm counting this fetti
I'm moving real petty
The image ain't getty
I cook like I'm betty
I root for my dawgs who out in LA
Sunday to Sunday
Like Monday to Monday
I'm working no off days
Her face getting sauteed
Her friend is a upgrade
I know she gon throw shade
I don't really care cause a young nigga paid
Yeah
I get money lil bitch yeah I get money
I get money lil bitch yeah I get money
I get money lil bitch yeah I get money
I get money lil bitch yeah I get
Bitch get right with me
Wouldn't save none of these hoes for a slight penny
Bitch I been on bullshit like Chicago Benny
And I know she want me so just pass the henny
Okay you feeling me
I told em run it back
I just keep all of the green around me
Like a chicken wrap
You ain't heard about Lil Melrose
Oh he only put out slaps
If you hang around that boy
He gon put you on the map
Credits
Writer(s): Seth Udoh
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