Lose You
(Hey, look, it's Anwar)
Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah
Ayy
U-Uh, uh, uh
One time
Yeah, uh
Yeah
(It's money, he got money)
Ayy
Boy I ride 'round with that chop', it sing like Tina Turner, ayy
Hunnid rounds in that gun, no condom so it's gonna burn him
AK got coolin' kit (Got coolin' kit)
I might lose my mind but I can't lose you, bitch (No, I can't lose you, bitch)
30 leave yo' body stankin'
I'm no saint, I'm just like Franklin
I'ma do that nigga wrong if he playin' with my Franklins
Eatin' on three-hundred dollar steaks
I might buy you Prada, bae
They just gon' give you more problems
I'm gon' take you outta state
I'm gon' take you out the country (Ayy)
They ain't got that kind of money
I told 'em we invested in more guns 'cause I can't lose for nothing (Uh, yeah)
I told him if he ever cross me wrong, I'm gon' leave him under (I'm gon' leave him under)
I tell the girl soon as I come home, know I need the lovin' (Girl, I need the lovin')
Girl, it's all I need from ya
Just for three summers (Ayy)
You can call my phone, I'll be speedrunnin' (Runnin')
Them niggas know not to play
Told her drop the lo' and I'll slide through with a big-body K (Big-body K)
Heart runnin', I just swapped the place (Ayy)
Comin' in and off that fuckin' plane (Yeah)
All them pounds that I done moved, I'm losin' all my weight (All my weight)
They wanna know what the future look like, it's in yo' fate (Girl, it's in yo' fate)
Shawty, know I got yo' back, you can call me Jake (You can call me Jake)
I get my guap and then I trip somewhere outta the space
Boy I ride 'round with that chop', it sing like Tina Turner, ayy
Hunnid rounds in that gun, no condom so it's gonna burn him
AK got coolin' kit (Got coolin' kit)
I might lose my mind but I can't lose you, bitch (No, I can't lose you, bitch)
30 leave yo' body stankin'
I'm no saint, I'm just like Franklin
I'ma do that nigga wrong if he playin' with my Franklins (Playin' with my—, o-oh)
Eatin' on three-hundred dollar steaks
I might buy you Prada, bae
They just gon' give you more problems
I'm gon' take you outta state (Uh, uh, uh)
Uh, uh-u-uh, uh
Uh
Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah
Ayy
U-Uh, uh, uh
One time
Yeah, uh
Yeah
(It's money, he got money)
Ayy
Boy I ride 'round with that chop', it sing like Tina Turner, ayy
Hunnid rounds in that gun, no condom so it's gonna burn him
AK got coolin' kit (Got coolin' kit)
I might lose my mind but I can't lose you, bitch (No, I can't lose you, bitch)
30 leave yo' body stankin'
I'm no saint, I'm just like Franklin
I'ma do that nigga wrong if he playin' with my Franklins
Eatin' on three-hundred dollar steaks
I might buy you Prada, bae
They just gon' give you more problems
I'm gon' take you outta state
I'm gon' take you out the country (Ayy)
They ain't got that kind of money
I told 'em we invested in more guns 'cause I can't lose for nothing (Uh, yeah)
I told him if he ever cross me wrong, I'm gon' leave him under (I'm gon' leave him under)
I tell the girl soon as I come home, know I need the lovin' (Girl, I need the lovin')
Girl, it's all I need from ya
Just for three summers (Ayy)
You can call my phone, I'll be speedrunnin' (Runnin')
Them niggas know not to play
Told her drop the lo' and I'll slide through with a big-body K (Big-body K)
Heart runnin', I just swapped the place (Ayy)
Comin' in and off that fuckin' plane (Yeah)
All them pounds that I done moved, I'm losin' all my weight (All my weight)
They wanna know what the future look like, it's in yo' fate (Girl, it's in yo' fate)
Shawty, know I got yo' back, you can call me Jake (You can call me Jake)
I get my guap and then I trip somewhere outta the space
Boy I ride 'round with that chop', it sing like Tina Turner, ayy
Hunnid rounds in that gun, no condom so it's gonna burn him
AK got coolin' kit (Got coolin' kit)
I might lose my mind but I can't lose you, bitch (No, I can't lose you, bitch)
30 leave yo' body stankin'
I'm no saint, I'm just like Franklin
I'ma do that nigga wrong if he playin' with my Franklins (Playin' with my—, o-oh)
Eatin' on three-hundred dollar steaks
I might buy you Prada, bae
They just gon' give you more problems
I'm gon' take you outta state (Uh, uh, uh)
Uh, uh-u-uh, uh
Uh
Credits
Writer(s): James Haley, Unknown Composer, Anwar Abrar Ahmed
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