This ain’t love (feat. Bankrol Hayden)

(I don't even know how)
(Huh, uhh)
(She lied to you)
I know this ain't love
I know this ain't love

Ay, I got four on the table
Sweet taste of betrayal
Searching my name up, yeah
You gon' hit on me later
I got 20 cars, tryna bend me over
Got so many songs, and I made 'em solo (yeah)

I said, "Eh oh"
Imma go straight to my build, yeah
Eh oh, Imma go straight to my build
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"
Yeah-ah, I said, "Eh oh"
Imma go straight to my build, yeah

Eh oh, Imma go straight to my build
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love" (okay)

Yeah, okay, I get it on, sleep it off, eat it up, beat it up
Like I'm Muhammad Ali, I said I keep it off
Sweepin' off, leavin' her, 'cause at the top is where I'm gonna be

Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"
How could I even top this all, she lay making profits, ay
I don't know how to stop it, my God, please don't even bother me
People tryna test me
I got no faith for those comments
Just so you know, I ain't fold in
I don't break bread I make commas

Yeah, I got four on the table
Sweet taste of betrayal
Searching my name up, yeah
You gon' hit on me later
I got 20 cars, tryna bend me over
Got so many songs
And I made 'em solo

Yeah-ah, I said, "Eh oh"
Imma go straight to my build, yeah
Eh oh, Imma go straight to my build
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"

Yeah-ah, I said, "Eh oh"
Imma go straight to my build, yeah
Eh oh, Imma go straight to my build
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"

Yeah, I got me a Benz at the crib
The money to trip, my head is a chaotic though
Don't tell me this lie
I seen you in a club when all your friends turned up
I got real problems, all I needed from you was a trust (a trust)

We get real dollars, everyone they leave you in the dust
So fuck on the talk and just pay her
I don't need nobody to lay her
Fucking Netflix and chill, tryna stay up
No, I said don't call my phone up

Store fake tongue, lose my soul, write my wrongs, write my songs
Life goes on, I stay calm, can't hold on when they gone (gone, gone)
Yeah, baby, you just need to pay attention
The lifestyle, the lifestyle we livin'
Lately I don't like all of this tension (yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) yeah-ah, I said, "Eh oh"
Imma go straight to my build, yeah
Eh oh, Imma go straight to my build
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"

Yeah-ah, I said, "Eh oh"
Imma go straight to my build, yeah
Eh oh, Imma go straight to my build
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"
Yeah, she said, "This ain't love"

(Even know how she lied to you)



Credits
Writer(s): August Karl Vinberg, Barbara Mason, Inacio Hayden, Marcus Alexander Wehlander
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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