I hate funerals, I love life. I hate when I see a whole bunch of people just crying
In a funeral on some fake sh*t. They ain’t really love a n*gga while they was there
See I’m a different type of n*gga, I wanna be honest with y'all. I need the love
Now, if y’all motherf*ckers gonna be crying and playing thirty minute specials when
I’m gone (an hour special that I’m gone) f*ck that, love me while I’m here. Love me
While I’m here, I had to tell a b*tch
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(I want the love)
‘Cause all I see is haters and this money got these n*ggas catchin’ verbals and I tell ya
(I want the love)
‘Cause all I know is getting money, knockin’ at the door, I’m like who is it? b*tch I tell ya
(I want the love)
I’m a rich n*gga I don’t get mad, I just get paper
Im never mad i just get haters
I get room service with like six waiters
Hold up,Hold up,Hold up
My rollie cost yo b*tch n*gga
You ain't f*ck my hoe stop lying on yo di*k n*gga
You dont get what i get n*gga
All this ice on my wrist n*gga
Put some ice on yo b*tch n*gga
Make you mad as hell you get sick n*gga
Young rich n*gga got flames
Stay in yo lane before i call it a bang
Osama ben laden these n*ggas they hate
Gettin so much money the b*tches can wait
Play with my money ill put the six to your face
I get it and go
Yall n*ggas is lame yall get it to slow
Im all streets
When its a rap beef n*ggas try to make peace
(I want the love)
‘Cause all I see is haters and this money got these n*ggas catchin’ verbals and I
Tell ya
(I want the love)
‘Cause all I know is getting money, knockin’ at the door, I’m like who is it? b*tch I tell ya
(I want the love)
Wanted the money, and wanted the love
Wanted them b*tches that wanted the drugs
Crying and hugs
Hit em so hard that they pulling the plug
If you can't beat em join em
n*ggas they hatin im destroying em
Im ruling my city i ain't gonna stop
b*tches for biches they wanted to pop
Mollys and weed do as i want and i do as i please
Im after the money like mice after cheese
I got booked with about four keys
Now i am back
The people i used to call my n*ggas wanna catch m when i lack
I guess its the hate
Prolly it is
Cuz when im in the city im prolly doing liv
It is what it is
Killin these n*ggas
Back from the feds
Im off some meds
Family come first
Money come after that
No wonder whats next
Pull up to the club in a gatti
b*tches infrnt of they n*ggas call me they poppi
My clothes is real never is ahki
My watch is iced call it a rockie
(I want the love)
‘Cause all I see is haters and this money got these n*ggas catchin’ verbals and I
Tell ya
(I want the love)
‘Cause all I know is getting money, knockin’ at the door, I’m like who is it? b*tch I tell ya
(I want the love)