If he finds out I don't give a fuck, ooh yeah That nigga ain't gon' do shit I don't care Your boyfriend ain't shit He be fucking with your bestfriend And I don't give a fuck, no He be lying

Just keep it low 'cause that's a bargain Tellin' me so and I went all in Your love like gold, what you charging? Yeah, that's a bargain I don't mind, I want your time, just name your price And I want all in I don't mind, and if you mind I'll buy you

Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right Oh, that's our kind of love You wear your

Aimer, c'est voler Alors vous faites le meilleur mais ne me comprenez pas Aimer, s'envoler Vous aimez des gens qui ne vous méritent pas Vous aimez des gens qui ne vous mérite pas Oh non non non, yeah yeah Oh non non non, oh, oh no no Maman voudrait

All you gotta do, now I had a dream Crazy dream, uh-huh Anything I wanted to know Any place I needed to go Hear my song Yeah, people don't you listen now?

But only if you told me to I don't wanna steal you away Or make you change the things that you believe I just wanna drink from the words you say And be everything you need Yeah I could be so good at loving you Well I've been searching for something true

All the world is sad and lonely now Everywhere I roam (roam, roam, roam) Keep on telling you my darlin' (darlin') How my heart is going sad (so sad) So sad and lonely Because I'm so far (so far) So far from my folks back home, yeah Do you know way down

Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?" Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfuckers need to get off the dick,

I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing And they pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck yeah Pull up and wreck yeah, pull up and wreck Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing Like,

It just won’t feel right, When he lays you down, I might just die inside, It just don’t feel right, When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight, 'Cause I can't love you more than this, yeah, 'Cause I can't love you more than this, Can love you