Lyrics: Lee Everett
Music: Lee Everett
I fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
**** the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that b***h, she love c*****e
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
**** the bank 'til the guap came (hell yeah)
I fell in love with her p***y, she love c*****e
Too bad we don't like the same things
Uh
Ain't no timbеrland, I boot it up, (yеah, ayy)
One second, it's lеave mе 'lone
Then, I don't want to be alone
Yeah, I want you to leave me 'lone
I feel like a boss, b***h, you're fired, you laid off
A killer at heart, b***h, 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***h, yeah
With a .9 b***h, you know you ain't my b***h
You's a sidekick, you know you ain't my b***h
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
**** the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that b***h, she love c*****e
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
**** the bank 'til the guap came (hell yeah)
I fell in love with her p***y, she love c*****e
Too bad we don't like the same things
Uh
Catch a body gang, that's what we about, yeah, ayy
Off the m***y gang, at your b***h house, uh, ayy
Got the whole gang at your b***h house, uh, ayy
Did our whole thing at your b***h 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***h drive me crazy, like Mercedes
Crash the Mercedes, smash your lady
On the daily, **** nigga don’t play me
**** nigga I play for keeps, on the scene i spray then leave, these nigga s won’t let me be, these nigga s 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, ayy
I feel like a boss, b***h, you're fired, you laid off
A killer at heart, b***h, 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***h, yeah
With a .9 b***h, you know you ain't my b***h
You's a sidekick, you know you ain't my b***h
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***h drive me crazy, like Mercedes
Crash the Mercedes, smash your lady
On the daily, **** nigga don’t play me
**** nigga I play for keeps, on the scene i spray then leave, these nigga s won’t let me be, these nigga s 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, ayy
I fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
**** the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that b***h, she love c*****e
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
**** the bank 'til the guap came (hell yeah)
I fell in love with her p***y, she love c*****e
Too bad we don't like the same things
Uh