I hate funerals, I life. I hate when I see a whole bunch of just crying in a funeral On some shit. They ain't really love a nigga while was there. See I'm a type of nigga, I wanna be honest with y'all. I need the love now, if y'all motherfuckers gonna be And playing thirty minute when I'm gone An special that I'm gone Fuck that love me I'm here. Love me while I'm here I had to a bitch
(I the love) all I see is haters and this money got these niggas catchin' Verbals and I ya (I want the love) 'Cause all I know is getting money, knockin' at the I'm like who is it? I tell ya (I the love)
I'm a rich nigga I get mad, I just get paper (I don't) I catch feelings I catch flights, that's brick paper (for what) For one at Badboy, that's one side These killers with me, don't fuck They jump like off sides I'm to keep up on the billy these bottles and Willy I they gon' hate when I'm high But it's all over they feel me If you your love when I'm dead You better off just kill me 'cause I'm ball on you and I ain't talkin' about you I hate all niggas, oh
Ten ? For your man, ho I could buy Last week I made a mill, you should try that I'm a real nigga, they all see it, can't that I'll touch down in your city, fuck shit up, then fly back
(I the love) 'Cause all I see is haters and this money got these Catchin' verbals and I tell ya (I the love) 'Cause all I is getting money, knockin' at the door, I'm like who is it? Bitch I ya (I the love)
I the money, and wanted the love Wanted them bitches that wanted the wanted the molly and that wanted the weed I walk in the get love in the club Love in the streets, it's Meek Milly Them was haters I love what they was 'cause all of that was my motivation Now I got the paper and what what? It is what it is, at me now Living the life in the EO Niggas that hate me come to my shows Shawty ain't ready to fuck up my wrist, give a fuck gold Straight to the money and to the hood Where takin' that money, we package the good And we up that money, you act like you good Better you some money, hater
(I the love) 'Cause all I see is haters and this Got these niggas catchin' verbals and I tell ya (I the love) 'Cause all I know is getting at the door, I'm like who is it? Bitch I tell ya (I the love)
All the hoes love me And all the suckers hate too thrill like Bombi, can't name nuthin I ain't do We race to on jets (yeah) From Miami, went back And I did in the same night up lil' nigga what's next? Just money pile we stack Most these niggas probably in Back when Michael Jackson was I'm cuttin' them checks And I'm ? Through my set And they ain't showin' yet It's money, more power with my niggas big ?
(I the love) 'cause all I see is haters and this Got these catchin' verbals and I tell ya (I want the love) 'Cause all I know is getting Knockin' at the door, I'm who is it? Bitch I tell ya (I the love)