just drive
Love aint like back in them days
Hoe you be buggin' on things
Why you be actin' so blatant?
Why you be actin' so fake?
You getting nothing I make
You want my paper, you lame
How did our love get so low?
Y'all just be fuckin' and go
Who is you, who is you, baby girl?
Who do you, who do you own
I don't want wedding i dont
I know you been round the globe
I cannot bless you to bless
I'd rather marry the bills
At least they give me interest
I just be making assists
I just be making some friends
Why you, why you so involved Look at your life through my lens
Fuck you and fuck all your friends
Changing them like they some creps
Me and my ones been through red
But we still made it to feb
If I love, I love to 84
Then I'ma die, I'ma guess
Who are you talking to again
Who are you talking to again?
Look at my eyes cause you're so in love
I can tell when you're perplexed
Can't trust the bitch that be in love with the streets
Game is the game man I guess
part of me broke
Baby you, baby you, baby you call me I'm broke
I just got 40 in cash
You not in love with me fact
YSL, YSL, YSL, baby?
Why you still fuckin' a hoe
Throwing you around like I'm Holmes
Baby this chapter is closed
No, no
Honestly this city got me hooked
Hey, hey, I just opened doors
Neigh, Neigh, bitches wanna go
Hey, hey
How are we fuckin' again?
Damn,
why are we fuckin' again.
Hoe you be buggin' on things
Why you be actin' so blatant?
Why you be actin' so fake?
You getting nothing I make
You want my paper, you lame
How did our love get so low?
Y'all just be fuckin' and go
Who is you, who is you, baby girl?
Who do you, who do you own
I don't want wedding i dont
I know you been round the globe
I cannot bless you to bless
I'd rather marry the bills
At least they give me interest
I just be making assists
I just be making some friends
Why you, why you so involved Look at your life through my lens
Fuck you and fuck all your friends
Changing them like they some creps
Me and my ones been through red
But we still made it to feb
If I love, I love to 84
Then I'ma die, I'ma guess
Who are you talking to again
Who are you talking to again?
Look at my eyes cause you're so in love
I can tell when you're perplexed
Can't trust the bitch that be in love with the streets
Game is the game man I guess
part of me broke
Baby you, baby you, baby you call me I'm broke
I just got 40 in cash
You not in love with me fact
YSL, YSL, YSL, baby?
Why you still fuckin' a hoe
Throwing you around like I'm Holmes
Baby this chapter is closed
No, no
Honestly this city got me hooked
Hey, hey, I just opened doors
Neigh, Neigh, bitches wanna go
Hey, hey
How are we fuckin' again?
Damn,
why are we fuckin' again.
Credits
Writer(s): Vivek Sumanam
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