I hate funerals, I love life
I hate when I see a whole bunch of people just crying in a funeral on some fake shit
They ain't really love a nigger while he was there
See, I'm a different type of nigger, I wanna be honest with y'all
I need the love now, if you all motherfuckers gonna be crying and be playing thirty minute specials when I'm gone, an hour special that I'm gone
Fuck that, love me while I'm here
Love me while I'm here, I had to tell a bitch
I want the love
'Cause all I see is haters and this money
Got these niggers catching verbals and I tell you
I want the love
'Cause all I know is getting money
Knocking at the door, I'm like a wizard, bitch, I tell you
I want the love
I'm a rich nigger, I don't get mad, I just get paid
I don't catch feeling, s I catch flights, that's brick paper
For one rider at bad boy, that's one side
These killers with me, don't fuck around, they jump fast like all sides
I'm about to keep up on the billy, bumping these bottles and willy
I know they gonna hate when I'm high, but when it's all over they feel me
If you want your love when I'm dead, you better off just trying to kill me
'Cause I'm gonna ball on you, and I ain't talking about you, I hate all y'all niggers
Ten birkin from your man, hoe, I could buy that
Last week I made a hundred mil', you should try that
I'm a real nigger, they all see it, can't hide that
I'll touch down in your city, fuck shit up, nigger, then fly back
I want the love
'Cause all I see is haters and this money
Got these niggers catching verbals and I tell you
I want the love
'Cause all I know is getting money
Knocking at the door, I'm like a wizard, bitch, I tell you
I want the love
Wanted the money and wanted the love
Wanted them bitches that wanted the drugs
That wanted the molly, that wanted the weed
I walk in the building, give love in the club
Love in the streets, bitch, it's meek milly
Them niggers was haters, I love what they was
'Cause all of that hating was my motivation
Now I got the paper and what what'y what
It is what it is, look at me now
Living the life in the fucking eo
Niggers that hate me still come to my shows
Shorty ain't ready to fuck up my wrist, give a fuck about gold
Straight to the money and back to the hood where they taking that money
We package the good and we ring up the money
You act like you good better sell you some money, hater
I want the love
'Cause all I see is haters and this money
Got these niggers catching verbals and I tell you
I want the love
'Cause all I know is getting money
Knocking at the door, I'm like a wizard, bitch, I tell you
I want the love
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