Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich Yeah

It's a lovely day I can see the sun up high Tho' we're caught in the storm I can see where you and I Could be cozy and warm Let the rain pitter patter But it really doesn't matter If the skies are gray Long as I can be with you

Woah, what a wonderful night Woah, watch me glisten in ice Woah, don't this shit look real nice? Woah, tryna feel all the vibes I don't know what's the deal And I'm just tryna feel, feel Tryna feel it Ayy, ooh your love, it fill me up Ooh, tryna feel

No need to state the obvi', I be close to your heart I know you looking for real love I got my hand on my Glock, posted on the block I might just let off a shot, at anyone tryin' to kill love Are you who I be in this weekend If so, let's get lost in the

Say my name, say my name If you love me, let me hear you Let me hear you I am dying to believe you I feel alone in your arms I feel you breaking my heart Ooh-woah-oah If you're really being honest If you really want this (ooh-woah-oah)

I really don't want much for Christmas You could lose hate and I'd be blissful Make all the madness disappear That's it for what I wish No diamond-studded gifts I really don't want much this year but love Maybe just peace and while you're listening It

Is this shallow love? Or is it something real? You make it hard to deal Not knowin' if this is shallow love The way we live so well Can make it so hard to tell What you in it for? What you really in it for? Is a shallow love for real?

Your new bitch gon' look up to me Your bitch gon' look up to me I love it when you look up to me This is the realest I've ever been, realest I've ever been I like to fuck with the lights on I like to fuck kinda violent Never fuck without a title I like

You can't take my soul away from me Everywhere you look, it's like they know Their fingerprints are hidden by control This is where the line is drawn, see I'm ethereal, my children are legion, serial They stick to my skin like beloved cysts I tear away

You talk too much about me I don't really care about this You make things up about me And I don't ever waste a minute That you would've came up about me From people we love You make things up about me, yeah Now you telling lies on me