Yeah, yeah
Ooh
Yeah

I know times get hard, but trust me bro, you gotta stay up
All these bitches jockin', 'cause they see you on the way up
And I swear I done did about hundred thousand favors
Like what do you want from me?
Ridin' with that forty, gotta keep it on when we cuttin'
Diamonds on my neck, and they just shinin' like a chandelier
And all these bitches plottin', 'cause they see I'm on my way
That's what they want from me
(That's what they want from me)
They want no love, love, love, baby
They want no love from me (they want no love)
'Cause in the streets, weren't no love, love, no love
Baby there was no love for me (love)

Hundred thousand dollars on a Bentley truck, yeah
Took a fuckin' a while but bitch I ran it up, yeah
She gon' suck the D and she fuck on us, yeah
I'ma mop the pussy like a janitor, yeah
She gon' fuck the clique 'cause we lit as fuck
She don't wanna fuck wit' no lil' jiddy boy
Well, bitch, I'm only eighteen so I'ma jiddy boy
And we got racks in the club and we lit as fuck
Hustle, he ain't never had to hustle
He ain't get out the struggle
Bitch, I got it out the muscle
Skinny nigga, I ain't ever want none of that muscle
Skinny nigga but I'm still the law

I know times get hard, but trust me bro, you gotta stay up
All these bitches jockin', 'cause they see you on the way up
And I swear I done did about hundred thousand favors
Like what do you want from me?
Ridin' with that forty, gotta keep it on when we cuttin'
Diamonds on my neck, and they just shinin' like a chandelier
And all these bitches plottin', 'cause they see I'm on my way
That's what they want from me
(That's what they want from me)
They want no love, love, love, baby
They want no love from me (they want no love)
'Cause in the streets, weren't no love, love, no love
Baby there was no love for me (love)

Ooh, yeah
How can you sleep on the Patek? (Patek)
Chop 'em down get my bag (bag)
Bitch, I'm not mentally challenged (challenged)
I get her SSI, check
I'm retarded for real
She gon' fuck the clique 'cause she know I'm in the field
I'm gon' fuck on her sister
Free my nigga locked up
Yeah they fucked in the system
They got stuck in the system
I'm gon' fuck on your missus
Never fuck on these bitches
'Cause they really ain't shit, ooh yeah
Bitch niggas say they ridin' but I know he pretendin'
Fuck boy, this ain't no movie but that clip is extendin'
All on these bitches, 'il they said they get it
Lickety-split
When she suck on this dick, we gon' fuck on that mattress

I know times get hard, but trust me bro, you gotta stay up
All these bitches jockin', 'cause they see you on the way up
And I swear I done did about hundred thousand favors
Like what do you want from me?
Ridin' with that forty, gotta keep it on when we cuttin'
Diamonds on my neck, and they just shinin' like a chandelier
And all these bitches plottin', 'cause they see I'm on my way
That's what they want from me
(That's what they want from me)
They want no love, love, love, baby
They want no love from me (they want no love)
'Cause in the streets, weren't no love, love, no love
Baby there was no love for me (love)

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Jamell Demons, Jermaine Benard Smith