Valentine's Day

Yeah, baby, you know that the love we got is real If a nigga play with you, he goin' 6 feet under Yeah, I kill, you a real one, you ain't gon' squeal Ten toes down, handle the biz Can't wait to get home from the road, lay down in the bed and make some kids Rick down on your feet, these ain't no Converse Chucks We can be out to Milwaukee in the morning, court side, watchin Giannis and the Bucks These hoes can't fuck with you, on your worst, they know how you give it up Black ass nigga from Africa, but somehow you still make me blush I told you I'll get you the world, but all you want is candy crush I've been all around the globe, but you the only one I trust Stayed down and counted a million, you told me that I would always make it Ain't nobody else was there but you when I was serving them patients When them niggas was playing it foul, I was the one who was calling it flagrant You can kick your feet up real high now, baby, we finally made it Back to back flights from Jamaica, you want your eyes done, get you some lasik You want a wig done, Tae gon make it Two Lamb trucks, yeah, we racing When you call my phone, girl, you know I'm on the way It's a different type of peace with you, I cannot give away Hate to be away from you, but I gotta get this pape Every day like Valentine's Day, 100K or Birkin bae When you call my phone, girl, you know I'm on the way It's a different type of peace with you, I cannot give away Hate to be away from you, but I gotta get this pape Every day like Valentine's Day, 100K or Birkin bae Trap spots ain't the same on these late nights, girl, I'm trying to come home You give it up way better then when the Falcons played at the Dome In Miami, made them shut down the whole Chrome store In my life lately, I've been passing hoes like Shedeur My whole fit cost a ten, shit, maybe more Rolls Royce umbrellas when the rain pours I thumbs down all these bitches, I don't need no more Super solid in the streets in bed, my favorite whore Billionaire first lady down to the core Me and you together got the opps super poor Only 9-11 I know is the fucking Porsche Back in when I park, it's a lot of horses She a college girl, I pay someone to take her courses Billionaire Lingo bitch, I'm way past the Forbes list Your old nigga tweeting threats and really it's getting annoying I'm the type to send a blitz, then go bet on the Hoyas These niggas ain't had no motion since Cali Edd stop going Put him on the grill, George Foreman, you know I smoked him