Last Love Song lyrics

[Intro]
You want you got it
(f*ck b*tches get money, f*ck n*ggas get money)

[Hook]
This is your last love song
You want you got it
(f*ck b*tches get money, f*ck n*ggas get money)
This is your last love song
You want you got it
(f*ck b*tches get money, f*ck n*ggas get money)
All of my n*ggas say..
(f*ck b*tches get money, f*ck n*ggas get money)
All of my b*tches say..
(f*ck b*tches get money, f*ck n*ggas get money)

[Verse 1:Kent Jamz]
You trying to f*ck my girl?
Im trying to f*ck the word
I got b*tches for days, and yo hoe say you insecure
Player and a beat tells me that I got a got a burner
If they send the send the flower thrower
I won't hesitate to show em i'm from
The West side, of the West Side
Smoking weed's my 9 to 5
Jeremy Scott Adidas
[Creamie]
(x2)
(We f*ck b*tches both ways, we f*ck b*tches both ways)
(we f*ck em, then f*ck em)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joon]
I don't know if i'm the one
Your children should get their habits from
But ill tell you one
Dreams, ill never sell you one, i'm seldom
Couple misdemeanors, but i'm no felon
Seen the inside, didn't get scared
But I changed my life for a little bit better
So I guess you can say i'm more like Lutheran Brethren
You will never get a glimpse of my gun
Unless you trying to hurt my son
Got to prepare for the worst and pray for the best
n*gga I ain't dumb
I was heaven sent
Momma gave birth to a prophet, papa raised a modern day apostle
But n*ggas still gossip cause I be hella bent
Ooh, paparazzi caught me with some medecine
How your country doing?
Ooh, you dont see this hell we in
So hell yes, damn right im gonna smoke like this
And say cheese, when a chick show off her ass and tits when a n*gga stressed out
Somebody gotta be rich, and somebody gotta be poor
f*ck being broke, mhm mhm that sh*t just ain't for me no more
Somebody gotta be rich, and somebody gotta be poor
f*ck being broke, mhm mhm that sh*t just ain't for me no more
[Hook]

[Verse 3:P]
Im rarely sober I got homies to keep the doobies rolled
Stick to my code, and play my role
You suckers plotting posed
Cause I kicks like S10's in the studio
Probably f*cked your girl
Told you about f*cking with them groupie hoes
But understand, thats no insult
Homie thats just how it goes
Sinful b*tch dont serve your soul
Then you got to let her go
And get that dough, get that dough
The motto

[Kent Jamz]
(x2)
(f*ck b*tches get money, f*ck n*ggas get money)

[Hook]
This is your last love song
You want you got it
(f*ck b*tches get money, f*ck n*ggas get money)
This is your last love song
You want you got it
(f*ck b*tches get money, f*ck n*ggas get money)