Where the Love At???
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhhhh
Yeah yeah yeah
Do the things you like baby that's on me
Like I'm picking up the tab baby that's on me
Experiencing life showed you things for free
Chilly in the streets ain't no TLC
Where the love at
Oh you trying to creep on me
Charge her to the streets ain't no SRT
It's a SMD If you ever hit me
Fuck around and find out girl I know you know me
Ain't the type of girl I get dressed in all white for and get on one knee
Nah nah
Ain't the type of girl I set my expectations for the thought of that is more than funny
'Cause I know that you would let me down
Transactions only anytime you ever come around
Maybe it's not you for me to blame but your side of town
I know money talks but baby girl you never made a sound
Times you made me smile but you never ever made me proud
Yeah
But it's all great
Had you in good hands like I was all state
Five stars on my rating like I'm all state
You forever play the field you a false eight
Niggas say it's love but it be all hate
Got you off my shoulders it was all weight
Much more childish than high school hallways
I brought the table you ain't even bring no small plates
Kind of ironic for how much you love some tapas
Nights inside of copper
Martinis that's lemon dropper
Don't be acting bitter sour
Played with every 24
Should've charged your ass for every hour
Show up with an invoice like this is the balance due
LeBron in 2010
Need a new one I'm taking my talents to
Yeah I need my palace too
Busy trying to fill your cup forgot about my chalice too
Ohhhhh
Yeah yeah yeah
Do the things you like baby that's on me
Like I'm picking up the tab baby that's on me
Experiencing life showed you things for free
Chilly in the streets ain't no TLC
Where the love at
Oh you trying to creep on me
Charge her to the streets ain't no SRT
It's a SMD If you ever hit me
Fuck around and find out girl I know you know me
Ain't the type of girl I get dressed in all white for and get on one knee
Nah nah
Ain't the type of girl I set my expectations for the thought of that is more than funny
'Cause I know that you would let me down
Transactions only anytime you ever come around
Maybe it's not you for me to blame but your side of town
I know money talks but baby girl you never made a sound
Times you made me smile but you never ever made me proud
Yeah
But it's all great
Had you in good hands like I was all state
Five stars on my rating like I'm all state
You forever play the field you a false eight
Niggas say it's love but it be all hate
Got you off my shoulders it was all weight
Much more childish than high school hallways
I brought the table you ain't even bring no small plates
Kind of ironic for how much you love some tapas
Nights inside of copper
Martinis that's lemon dropper
Don't be acting bitter sour
Played with every 24
Should've charged your ass for every hour
Show up with an invoice like this is the balance due
LeBron in 2010
Need a new one I'm taking my talents to
Yeah I need my palace too
Busy trying to fill your cup forgot about my chalice too
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Writer(s): Girum Idris
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