(Dmac on the ****ing track)

Even if she say she love me, I can't give in knowing I can't love

I just wanna be friends and ****

I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man

All about this money, and love can't fit in

Even if she say she love me, I can't give in knowing I can't love

I just wanna be friends and ****

I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man

All about this money, and love can't fit in

It's all about the grind, feelings don't fit in

Shawty say she miss me but I ain't tryna miss these bands

I don't want no kisses, bae, I'm tryna get my money up

Broken heart, no love, quick to cut a ***** off

Pull up, we get missing, we in thе wind

I wanna get head

She talkin' bout all thеse hoes, I told her what's up

Groupie, you, girl, that's what come with

You see blue, yeah, that come with it

These hoes see something wrong with it

If you **** with me, gotta grind with me

You flake then you gotta go, 'cause shotta 'bout to blow

Ohhhhh-ohhhhh-ohhhhh

Even if she say she love me, I can't give in knowing I can't love

I just wanna be friends and ****

I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man

All about this money, and love can't fit in

Even if she say she love me, I can't give in knowing I can't love

I just wanna be friends and ****

I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man

All about this money, and love can't fit in

Rich, in the meantime, I ain't mean nothing

Dripping in Celine, now you Selena

You the baddest I done ever seen when I ain't seen you

Them other *****es wanna be you

Clocked in, you know I'm ready to make the block spin

Convertible, don't know where the top is

And I can't remember the last time I ever heard the clock tick

This a Rolex, don't hear the clock tick, yeah

Boss ***** but you ain't mine

I can't be lovey-dovey, I'm tryna **** all the time, yeah

I tell the truth, yeah, you divine

But shit, me too, I hit it good and then I lick on your spine

Ayy, I got my weight up

Now a nigga only think 'bout paper

Ayy, it used to be me and you

I was tryna ball like a Laker

From the 315 like Dion Waiters

You got a country accent but you not from Decatur

You know what it is

Girl, what you need? 'Cause I'm a cater

Ain't no lovey-dovey though

For real

Girl, what you need? 'Cause I'm a cater