Loser
(Analog!)
Aye, aye
Fuck money, I want love from this shit (shit)
I don't got a thing, and I'm only makin' hits (hits, hits)
Me and her got a thing, and it really make him pissed (pissed)
I want her, not a ring
And we postin' at my crib (damn)
Fuck money, I want love from this shit (shit)
I don't got a thing, and I'm only makin' hits
Me and her got a thing, and it really make him pissed
I want her, not a ring
And we postin' at my crib (shawty)
Damn, shawty on my king, he a lamp, bitch (yeah)
'Boutta introduce you to a beat, introduce you to a fan (yeah)
How you gonna be a hater when you postin' up my stands?
Goddamn, brodie, I don't think you stand a chance
And I think she wanna dance tight, I don't use my hands
Same shit she doin' last night, do that shit again (yeah)
And she wanna have a good night, pull up wit' her friends (yeah)
And I pull her out, like, "Goodnight," wake up in the Benz (yeah)
Early mornin', and I'm gettin' right to it
When I act so fly, that I think she 'ready knew it
And it's 'bout that time to pull up and get to it (oh)
She hit my line, we'll pull up and go stupid (vroom)
If you miss this vibe, I think that you gon' (aye) lose it
And he buried in his phone, 'cause I think that boy a loser
Be glad that I'm picky, I feels just like a chooser
I'm like Sam Witwicky (hoe) how I pull up with the boosters
On God, vroom
Boy, I think I already the past, see?
If I don't make a profit, then it put me in a bad mood
I'm just tryna live my life, paint me as a bad dude
Girl, only one night, it's somethin' I won't ask you
Takin' out that money, I grow up from a frat dude
Shawty hold me tight 'cause I know that heart fragile
We won't go to war, keep a Draco for the battle
Steppin' up to me like goin' up a river wit' no paddle (dude)
Fuck money, I want love from this shit
I don't got a thing, and I'm only makin' hits
Me and her got a thing, and it really make him pissed
I want her, not a ring
And we postin' at my crib (at my crib)
Fuck money, I want love from this shit (shit)
I don't got a thing, and I'm only makin' hits
Me and her got a thing, and it really make him pissed
I want her, not a ring
And we postin' at my crib
Damn
Aye, aye
Fuck money, I want love from this shit (shit)
I don't got a thing, and I'm only makin' hits (hits, hits)
Me and her got a thing, and it really make him pissed (pissed)
I want her, not a ring
And we postin' at my crib (damn)
Fuck money, I want love from this shit (shit)
I don't got a thing, and I'm only makin' hits
Me and her got a thing, and it really make him pissed
I want her, not a ring
And we postin' at my crib (shawty)
Damn, shawty on my king, he a lamp, bitch (yeah)
'Boutta introduce you to a beat, introduce you to a fan (yeah)
How you gonna be a hater when you postin' up my stands?
Goddamn, brodie, I don't think you stand a chance
And I think she wanna dance tight, I don't use my hands
Same shit she doin' last night, do that shit again (yeah)
And she wanna have a good night, pull up wit' her friends (yeah)
And I pull her out, like, "Goodnight," wake up in the Benz (yeah)
Early mornin', and I'm gettin' right to it
When I act so fly, that I think she 'ready knew it
And it's 'bout that time to pull up and get to it (oh)
She hit my line, we'll pull up and go stupid (vroom)
If you miss this vibe, I think that you gon' (aye) lose it
And he buried in his phone, 'cause I think that boy a loser
Be glad that I'm picky, I feels just like a chooser
I'm like Sam Witwicky (hoe) how I pull up with the boosters
On God, vroom
Boy, I think I already the past, see?
If I don't make a profit, then it put me in a bad mood
I'm just tryna live my life, paint me as a bad dude
Girl, only one night, it's somethin' I won't ask you
Takin' out that money, I grow up from a frat dude
Shawty hold me tight 'cause I know that heart fragile
We won't go to war, keep a Draco for the battle
Steppin' up to me like goin' up a river wit' no paddle (dude)
Fuck money, I want love from this shit
I don't got a thing, and I'm only makin' hits
Me and her got a thing, and it really make him pissed
I want her, not a ring
And we postin' at my crib (at my crib)
Fuck money, I want love from this shit (shit)
I don't got a thing, and I'm only makin' hits
Me and her got a thing, and it really make him pissed
I want her, not a ring
And we postin' at my crib
Damn
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