CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Fell in Love
And I done fell in love with this sh*t
Money over b*t*hes, that's the motto
Tell the waitress bring another bottle
Hit the gas on these n***as, I ain't never slowing down
The only way is up, we ain't ever going out
Gave my all to this sh*t
Stack it then ball that's the goal
Homie tote the stick, he on parole
Hope you n***as really know that we ain't playing with you n***as
They got your boy a [?], [?] bands on these b*t*hes
I got my sh*t together, got my b*t*h together
I had a dream, Riq told me gon be rich forever
Quit talking bout the money, n***a spend some cheddar
I'm really laying like this, so I can hit whoever
I place a call to her, it was 3 AM
She said she just left the club, I told her bring a friend
I know sh*t can get rough, so Imma bring some bands
Nah I ain't trickin if you want it, all you do is ask
I'm usually drippin, exclusive kicks with valentino tags
And I ain't slowing down for 'em, Imma do the dash
The type to take your ho from you, I ain't need a mask
Infatuated bout this money [?]
And I done fell in love with this sh*t
Money over b*t*hes, that's the motto
Tell the waitress bring another bottle
Hit the gas on these n***as, I ain't never slowing down
The only way is up, we ain't ever going out
Gave my all to this sh*t
Stack it then ball that's the goal
Homie tote the stick, he on parole
Hope you n***as really know that we ain't playing with you n***as
They got your boy a [?], [?] bands on these b*t*hes
It's true I risked my life for this sh*t
No emotion, got me focused
Hard to write to this sh*t
Couple n***as I miss, writing letters, hope they get better
Right now or never, bro uphill grindin'
We still standing, that's bout eight in the books for 'em
On parole with the— tryna look normal
Got her performing, he just touched down, but is he scoring?
Only us know what it do, [?] this sh*t ain't foreign
You n***as took too long to get it going
We been in the fast lane, it feel kinda slow
Got a deal on the blow
Pint seals gettin rolled still
Ain't no if, and, or buts, you know we gon' kill
And I done fell in love with this sh*t
Money over b*t*hes, that's the motto
Tell the waitress bring another bottle
Hit the gas on these n***as, I ain't never slowing down
The only way is up, we ain't ever going out
Gave my all to this sh*t
Stack it then ball that's the goal
Homie tote the stick, he on parole
Hope you n***as really know that we ain't playing with you n***as
They got your boy a [?], [?] bands on these b*t*hes
Man [?] with this sh*t
When I was young, I was hitting licks
And then I grew out of that sh*t
I started bagging up the nicks, they move quick
And then I graduated to a quarter brick
This is it
N***as snitching everyday, but it ain't sh*t
A quarterback [?]
These n***as be talking sh*t, they ain't f**king with us
VVS diamonds in the [?], so you know who with us
And plus my haters pulling up, energy I'm seaking
That n***a [?] back on parole, but he'll shoot for me
And I been stacking it to the cieling
The feds came and hit my man, I wonder how he feeling
And I done fell in love with this sh*t
Money over b*t*hes, that's the motto
Tell the waitress bring another bottle
Hit the gas on these n***as, I ain't never slowing down
The only way is up, we ain't ever going out
Gave my all to this sh*t
Stack it then ball that's the goal
Homie tote the stick, he on parole
Hope you n***as really know that we ain't playing with you n***as
They got your boy a [?], [?] bands on these b*t*hes
Money over b*t*hes, that's the motto
Tell the waitress bring another bottle
Hit the gas on these n***as, I ain't never slowing down
The only way is up, we ain't ever going out
Gave my all to this sh*t
Stack it then ball that's the goal
Homie tote the stick, he on parole
Hope you n***as really know that we ain't playing with you n***as
They got your boy a [?], [?] bands on these b*t*hes
I got my sh*t together, got my b*t*h together
I had a dream, Riq told me gon be rich forever
Quit talking bout the money, n***a spend some cheddar
I'm really laying like this, so I can hit whoever
I place a call to her, it was 3 AM
She said she just left the club, I told her bring a friend
I know sh*t can get rough, so Imma bring some bands
Nah I ain't trickin if you want it, all you do is ask
I'm usually drippin, exclusive kicks with valentino tags
And I ain't slowing down for 'em, Imma do the dash
The type to take your ho from you, I ain't need a mask
Infatuated bout this money [?]
And I done fell in love with this sh*t
Money over b*t*hes, that's the motto
Tell the waitress bring another bottle
Hit the gas on these n***as, I ain't never slowing down
The only way is up, we ain't ever going out
Gave my all to this sh*t
Stack it then ball that's the goal
Homie tote the stick, he on parole
Hope you n***as really know that we ain't playing with you n***as
They got your boy a [?], [?] bands on these b*t*hes
It's true I risked my life for this sh*t
No emotion, got me focused
Hard to write to this sh*t
Couple n***as I miss, writing letters, hope they get better
Right now or never, bro uphill grindin'
We still standing, that's bout eight in the books for 'em
On parole with the— tryna look normal
Got her performing, he just touched down, but is he scoring?
Only us know what it do, [?] this sh*t ain't foreign
You n***as took too long to get it going
We been in the fast lane, it feel kinda slow
Got a deal on the blow
Pint seals gettin rolled still
Ain't no if, and, or buts, you know we gon' kill
And I done fell in love with this sh*t
Money over b*t*hes, that's the motto
Tell the waitress bring another bottle
Hit the gas on these n***as, I ain't never slowing down
The only way is up, we ain't ever going out
Gave my all to this sh*t
Stack it then ball that's the goal
Homie tote the stick, he on parole
Hope you n***as really know that we ain't playing with you n***as
They got your boy a [?], [?] bands on these b*t*hes
Man [?] with this sh*t
When I was young, I was hitting licks
And then I grew out of that sh*t
I started bagging up the nicks, they move quick
And then I graduated to a quarter brick
This is it
N***as snitching everyday, but it ain't sh*t
A quarterback [?]
These n***as be talking sh*t, they ain't f**king with us
VVS diamonds in the [?], so you know who with us
And plus my haters pulling up, energy I'm seaking
That n***a [?] back on parole, but he'll shoot for me
And I been stacking it to the cieling
The feds came and hit my man, I wonder how he feeling
And I done fell in love with this sh*t
Money over b*t*hes, that's the motto
Tell the waitress bring another bottle
Hit the gas on these n***as, I ain't never slowing down
The only way is up, we ain't ever going out
Gave my all to this sh*t
Stack it then ball that's the goal
Homie tote the stick, he on parole
Hope you n***as really know that we ain't playing with you n***as
They got your boy a [?], [?] bands on these b*t*hes
