Wats Luv?
Yo yo
I was hollering at my old head back east and all that
Like yo my nigga, why everybody wanna be gangsta right now my nigga?
Like c'mon we tryna just chill man, get money, have a good time
It's like yo!
I'm tryna like, I'm tryna live and get money out this bitch
I'm tryna fuck these bitches, I'm tryna do my thing out this jawn
C'mon man, I gotta tell these niggas what's going on?
What's love?
Now a nigga get that fucking doe
What's love?
Now I got your motherfucking hoe
What's love?
Maybe cause I got that bankroll
And a nigga on a roll
So you know I gotta go!
What's love?
I ain't really never had shit
What's love?
Had to get it on my own bitch
What's love?
Now a nigga moving how I'm moving and I'm grooving how I'm grooving
When I be doing what I'm doing
What's love?
Young boy had to get it on his own
Heart cold as ice, had them to move them shits till my paper was long
I was sleeping on fucking street
Now I'm in your bitch in her fucking sheets
To hell with family
Blood don't mean shit
But I opened my eyes up, niggas don't mean shit
Get ya whacked, get ya clapped
Had to separate, I had to get them stacks
Niggas wanna party, bitch what we celebrating?
Hoe I'm tryna get this money
Time ain't never waiting
These bitches out of pocket, I'ma fucking rocket
I had to cut her off
She just wouldn't stop it
Wouldn't stop what?
The bitch never listened to a nigga
I tried to teach her bout stocks and shit
She wouldn't listen to it
But if we talking stockings and gifts
She would listen to it
Superficial surface bitch
You gotta listen to it
Niggas always hurting
That shit be never working
I need my bitch to grind
So I can be a better worker
But bitch it's self made prodigy
Man I'm so proud of me!
Motherfuck a job
Ain't no one on top of me!
Yea we ran it up
These niggas ran amuck
They make song, try to sell the dead
They can't get it up!
Better pop a pill
It's VA to Phil
Bitch I did it on my own
Shoutout to uncle Phil
What's love?
Bitch
What's love?
Yea
What's love? yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
What's love?
Now a nigga get that fucking doe
What's love?
Now I got your motherfucking hoe
What's love?
Maybe cause I got that bankroll
And a nigga on a roll
So you know I gotta go!
I was hollering at my old head back east and all that
Like yo my nigga, why everybody wanna be gangsta right now my nigga?
Like c'mon we tryna just chill man, get money, have a good time
It's like yo!
I'm tryna like, I'm tryna live and get money out this bitch
I'm tryna fuck these bitches, I'm tryna do my thing out this jawn
C'mon man, I gotta tell these niggas what's going on?
What's love?
Now a nigga get that fucking doe
What's love?
Now I got your motherfucking hoe
What's love?
Maybe cause I got that bankroll
And a nigga on a roll
So you know I gotta go!
What's love?
I ain't really never had shit
What's love?
Had to get it on my own bitch
What's love?
Now a nigga moving how I'm moving and I'm grooving how I'm grooving
When I be doing what I'm doing
What's love?
Young boy had to get it on his own
Heart cold as ice, had them to move them shits till my paper was long
I was sleeping on fucking street
Now I'm in your bitch in her fucking sheets
To hell with family
Blood don't mean shit
But I opened my eyes up, niggas don't mean shit
Get ya whacked, get ya clapped
Had to separate, I had to get them stacks
Niggas wanna party, bitch what we celebrating?
Hoe I'm tryna get this money
Time ain't never waiting
These bitches out of pocket, I'ma fucking rocket
I had to cut her off
She just wouldn't stop it
Wouldn't stop what?
The bitch never listened to a nigga
I tried to teach her bout stocks and shit
She wouldn't listen to it
But if we talking stockings and gifts
She would listen to it
Superficial surface bitch
You gotta listen to it
Niggas always hurting
That shit be never working
I need my bitch to grind
So I can be a better worker
But bitch it's self made prodigy
Man I'm so proud of me!
Motherfuck a job
Ain't no one on top of me!
Yea we ran it up
These niggas ran amuck
They make song, try to sell the dead
They can't get it up!
Better pop a pill
It's VA to Phil
Bitch I did it on my own
Shoutout to uncle Phil
What's love?
Bitch
What's love?
Yea
What's love? yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
What's love?
Now a nigga get that fucking doe
What's love?
Now I got your motherfucking hoe
What's love?
Maybe cause I got that bankroll
And a nigga on a roll
So you know I gotta go!
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Writer(s): Isaiah Jason Selby
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