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