Don't fall in love with bitches
Don't go out the way for these hoes
Don't call these niggas your bros
If she's solid, keep it real with your hoe
I'm so in love with riches
Give her the bomb, score like Pips
Smoking on sugar, you know they be here
Don't like lending for my kidneys
I hit the block, the pack get busy
Hold 300 days, I would get in
Send a shot like I'm trapping some lemons
Niggas, they blind, niggas, they fame
Niggas, they hate, cause they know we winning
Hop in the car, the roof go missing
Don't talk on the phone, we know they listen
Whatever I do, gotta make it back home
It feels so right, but it might be wrong
Who are you? You weren't there when I was * up
I ain't have no cash in my pockets
I was stuck, stuck
Now these niggas dropping cash at the book
But they tryna watch my move
They tryna see what I do
Wrap it all up, get back in the booth
Time feel like I had nothing to lose
Like, nigga, * it, be you
Girl, you ain't got * to prove
I pray to God I don't lose my cool
I don't trust him and I don't trust you
Nigga, add it all up like you still in school
I'm a cellmate, nigga, I don't play by the rules
Don't fall in love with bitches
Don't go out the way for these hoes
Don't call these niggas your bros
If she's solid, keep it real with your hoe
I'm so in love with riches
Drip out a bomb, score like pips
Smoke no sugar, you know they be here
Don't like leanin' for my kidneys
I hit the block, the pain get missed
Oh, 300 days, I was gettin' it
Set another shot like I'm trappin' some lemons
Niggas, they flyin', niggas, they fade
Niggas, they hate, cause they know we winnin'
Hop in the car, the roof go missin'
Don't talk on the phone, we know that they listen
Whatever I do, gotta make it back home
It feels so right, but it might be wrong
It feels so right, but it might be wrong