Valentine's Day

Yeah, baby, you know that the love we got is real
If a nigga play with you, he goin' 6 feet under
Yeah, I kill, you a real one, you ain't gon' squeal
Ten toes down, handle the biz
Can't wait to get home from the road, lay down in the bed and make some kids
Rick down on your feet, these ain't no Converse Chucks
We can be out to Milwaukee in the morning, court side, watchin Giannis and the Bucks
These hoes can't fuck with you, on your worst, they know how you give it up
Black ass nigga from Africa, but somehow you still make me blush
I told you I'll get you the world, but all you want is candy crush
I've been all around the globe, but you the only one I trust
Stayed down and counted a million, you told me that I would always make it
Ain't nobody else was there but you when I was serving them patients
When them niggas was playing it foul, I was the one who was calling it flagrant
You can kick your feet up real high now, baby, we finally made it
Back to back flights from Jamaica, you want your eyes done, get you some lasik
You want a wig done, Tae gon make it
Two Lamb trucks, yeah, we racing

When you call my phone, girl, you know I'm on the way
It's a different type of peace with you, I cannot give away
Hate to be away from you, but I gotta get this pape
Every day like Valentine's Day, 100K or Birkin bae
When you call my phone, girl, you know I'm on the way
It's a different type of peace with you, I cannot give away
Hate to be away from you, but I gotta get this pape
Every day like Valentine's Day, 100K or Birkin bae

Trap spots ain't the same on these late nights, girl, I'm trying to come home
You give it up way better then when the Falcons played at the Dome
In Miami, made them shut down the whole Chrome store
In my life lately, I've been passing hoes like Shedeur
My whole fit cost a ten, shit, maybe more
Rolls Royce umbrellas when the rain pours
I thumbs down all these bitches, I don't need no more
Super solid in the streets in bed, my favorite whore
Billionaire first lady down to the core
Me and you together got the opps super poor
Only 9-11 I know is the fucking Porsche
Back in when I park, it's a lot of horses
She a college girl, I pay someone to take her courses
Billionaire Lingo bitch, I'm way past the Forbes list
Your old nigga tweeting threats and really it's getting annoying
I'm the type to send a blitz, then go bet on the Hoyas
These niggas ain't had no motion since Cali Edd stop going
Put him on the grill, George Foreman, you know I smoked him