Lyrics: Michael
Music: Michael
I fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
F*ck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that b!tch, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
F*ck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with her pussy, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't like the same things
Ain't no Timberland, I boot it up
One second, it's leave me 'lone
Then, I don't want to be alone
Yeah, I want you to leave me 'lone
I feel like a boss
B!tch, you're fired, you laid off
A killer at heart
B!tch, I feel like I'm Adolf
In the cut, my AK on me, I'm goin let it off
Don't believe me try me, yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it off
Its got a .45 b!tch, yeah
With a .9, b!tch
You know you ain't my b!tch
You's a sidekick
You know you ain't my b!tch
You's a sidekick
I still make her ride it like a bike
I get ghost up in that Ghost, huh
Yeah, I do the most
Brag up on 'em, and I boast, yeah
Pop a bottle, pop a model
Same thing in my eyes
Run up on me, .40 on me
Leave you traumatized
Yeah yeah, ay
I fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
F*ck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that b!tch, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
F*ck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with her pussy, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't like the same things
Catch a body gang, that's what we about, yeah, ayy
Off the molly gang, at your b!tch house, uh, ayy
Got the whole gang at your b!tch house, uh, ayy
Did our whole thing at your b!tch house, yeah
I ain't never ever lacking, uh, huh, huh
.40 on me, yeah, I smack it, uh, huh, huh
Told you I ain't with the lacking, uh, huh, huh
Yeah, I be pistol packing, yeah, huh, huh
Yeah, I go through these phases
It's amazing
This b!tch drive me crazy
Like Mercedes
Crash the Mercedes
Smash your lady
On the daily
F*ck nigga don't play me
F*ck nigga I play for keeps
On the scene I spray then leave
These niggas won't let me be
These niggas won't let me breathe
Run up on me I make em bleed
Got a gun on my hip fall back
Got a choppa in the trunk fall back
I feel like a boss
B!tch, you're fired, you laid off
A killer at heart
B!tch, I feel like I'm Adolf
In the cut, my AK on me, I'm goin let it off
Don't believe me try me, yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it off
Its got a .45 b!tch, yeah
With a .9, b!tch
You know you ain't my b!tch
You's a sidekick
You know you ain't my b!tch
You's a sidekick
I still make her ride it like a bike
I ain't never ever lacking, uh, huh, huh
.40 on me, yeah, I smack it, uh, huh, huh
Told you I ain't with the lacking, uh, huh, huh
Yeah, I be pistol packing, yeah, huh, huh
Yeah, I go through these phases
It's amazing
This b!tch drive me crazyI
Like Mercedes
Crash the Mercedes
Smash your lady
On the daily
F*ck nigga don't play me
F*ck nigga I play for keeps
On the scene I spray then leave
These niggas won't let me be
These niggas won't let me breathe
Run up on me I make em bleed
Got a gun on my hip fall back
Got a choppa in the trunk fall back
I fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
F*ck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that b!tch, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
F*ck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with her pussy, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't like the same things