I love, I love, love, love, love Get away from me, if I was you, I'd watch what you say to me Snakes all in my bed, wanna lay with me? This ain't no motherfuckin' game, why you play with me? Don't play with me, this the only thing I love, don't play with

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

Maybe, here it comes, oh, oh, oh Oh, babe, lay down and get what you came for I bet you ain't never feel one Oh, babe, say how you want me to take over You're fuckin' with a real one Baby, here it comes, oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah I'll take care of

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men

Is that too much, yeah Is that too much, oh yeah Am I asking for too much? I won't stop 'til I get back what's mine I know I fucked up one too many times Baby sometimes I feel so naive Thinking you would come back to me Say I fucked up, I'd have to agree

Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy

Da Vinci, Da Vinci, Da Vinci Shot a horrible scene, man, you know what I'm saying, who the fuck be out? You know what I'm saying, I put in some Shoutout my label that's me I'm in this bitch with TP I'm in this bitch with 4trey I just poured up me a 8

You know that I'ma be the one that's there for you When you ain't got nobody, swear to God Won't you say what's on your mind, verbatim? You know that I'ma be the one that keeps it real with you When everybody's fake as fuck Hey, I'll say what's on my

Like haiku, I speak smooth (ooh) But, they tryna fuck up my mood (oh) Thought we cool, buy when you round (ooh) Yuh, yuh, yuh, ooh, ha You won't, yessir ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney Okay, what you say? Yuh, yuh, common sense is to compromise