Drug Love

She told me (101beats)

Way too many hours, I get lonely
Every time I see you, I get cold feet
I don't wanna feel like I'm a trophy for you
You don't have to show me off
I'm sick of always callin', callin'
You don't have to show me love
If you won't be there in the mornin', mornin'

I keep fallin', I keep fallin'
Know that I keep fallin'
Said I keep fallin'
Okay

You don't have to show me love (no)
I've been startin' to think that I work better off these drugs
Baby, if you leave, I probably won't even give a fuck
Only thing I need in this life is probably dubs
Shit, maybe a hug

I be with the gang
Bitch, my billies quick to take a nigga brain
Ay, swear to God, give him one, he pull out, let it bang
I'm a money bender, you can call a nigga Aang
Nigga say I can't

Ain't too much I can't do, money make moves
Type of bitch you see on Shade Room in my bedroom
I don't do much for the media, I feel like I made it out
She the type of bitch gon' eat it up, and then I kick her out
See, I just want that fuckin' double- pull up like Richie Rich
If I put your bitch in double- don't throw no hissy fits
And, bro, don't mention me, that shit is odd, you know I'm fuckin' lit
Bitch, I'm bound to get that Audemars, put dancers on my wrist

I've been thinkin' 'bout it
Don't need no cancer in this bitch, you got gas, then light it
Won't even answer on some shit, it ain't 'bout green, decline it
If she for me, recline it, I just need better weed
Nigga, stop fuckin' with that hard, that shit amphetamine

She told me

Way too many hours, I get lonely
Every time I see you, I get cold feet
I don't wanna feel like I'm a trophy for you
You don't have to show me off
I'm sick of always callin', callin'
You don't need to show me love
If you won't be there in the mornin', mornin'

I've been fallin'

You don't have to show me love (no)
I've been startin' to think that I work better off these drugs
Baby, if you leave, I probably won't even give a fuck
Only thing I need in this life is probably dubs
Shit, maybe a hug

I be with the gang
Bitch, my billies quick to take a nigga brain
Ay, swear to God, give him one, he pull out, let it bang
I'm a money bender, you can call a nigga Aang
Nigga say I can't, hold on

Ain't too much I can't do, money make moves
Type of bitch you see on Shade Room in my bedroom
I don't do much for the media, I feel like I made it out
She the type of bitch gon' eat it up, and then I kick her out