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