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[Chorus]
Love don’t love me
Bitch I know
But the drugs still love me
That’s for sure
She fell in love with a junky, gettin’ the dough
Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
Everything she said, I heard it all before
I see all these demons, they disguise as whores
All I know is count the money up from the floor
If the pussy good, I made you go get some more, more

[Verse]
Say she want my heart, she can’t afford it
Maybe cause I’m on my way to getting on the Forbes list
Pretty Jiggy nigga, can’t ignore it
Ballin’ bitch, I feel like Michael Jordan
Sip Codeine, I’m snorin
Til’ the mornin’
Got the heater on my hip, like global warmin’
Run up you get shot, this is a warnin’
Freddy Kruger in your dreams, I’m filled with torment
She say that she love my bitch, whatever that means
I remember her and our friends were laughin’ at me
Now they tell me I can fuck, that shit so funny to me
Lost 10 thousand playin’ basketball, 100 to me

[Chorus]
Love don’t love me
Bitch I know
But the drugs still love me
That’s for sure
She fell in love with a junky, gettin’ the dough
Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
Everything she said, I heard it all before
I see all these demons, they disguise as whores
All I know is count the money up from the floor
If the pussy good, I made you go get some more, more

[Intro]
I found out that love was a drug
Now I need to look for a plug
I found out that love was a drug
Now I need to look for a plug

[Hook]
I found out that love was a drug
Now I need to look for a plug
Yeah I met her right in the club
Like a [?], love
I found out that love was a drug
Now I need to look for a plug
Put my heart under the rug
Noone got to know
Noone got to know
Heartbreak, heartbreak, just another hole
Cupid keep on knockin’ at my door

[Verse 1]
I’m a let em in
Bad hoes, I’ma let em in, too
Ballin’ hard, like a letterman
You got me intoxicated, all the things that you do
Always had these complications when I’m lovin’ on you
Yeah, I care about your heart, you should to
You be tearin’ me apart, like you do
And I told you from the start, I love you

[Hook]
I found out that love was a drug
Now I need to look for a plug
Yeah I met her right in the club
Like a [?], love
I found out that love was a drug
Now I need to look for a plug
Put my heart under the rug
Noone got to know
Everybody knows, bitch you gotta go
Cause I said, so
Said, so

[Verse 2]
Laid up in the casket, thought it was your mattress
First we made love, then you made me die
You gave me your heart, and I know that it was plastic. Fake!
Everything comes back to Lucid Dreams
Next thing you know, you hurt me
I’m just tryna keep it on the lowkey
Pour a cup of Hennessy, my stomach turnin’
Feel it in my chest, straight working
Mix it with a perky, now I’m slurring
I’ma fuck a bad bitch, come from Germany
She be tryna judge a nigga, can’t [?]

[Hook]
I found out that love was a drug
Now I need to look for a plug
Yeah I met her right in the club
Like a [?], love
I found out that love was a drug
Now I need to look for a plug
Put my heart under the rug
Noone got to know

[Chorus]
I’ma have a party tonight, go tell your friends bitch
You ain’t gettin’ money, then you ain’t gettin’ in bitch
Leave the heartbreak, at the crib bitch
Come to L.A., I can show you how I live bitch
Bet I get Wetter Wet, like a cruise ship
She been flexin’ hard on my name, Terry Crews shit
No more parties in L.A., Kanye West shit
She do Codeine with Cocaine, that’s the best shit

[Verse]
Think I found the love of my life (Where she at?)
In a bottle, in a bottle
Codeine up in my Sprite
Baby bottle, baby bottle
I’m lookin’ at my future like, Hi, Hey!
You look so bright (bling, bling)
The VVS on my wrist, so ice (bling, bling)
But somethin’ in my chest don’t feel right
Somethin’ in my chest don’t feel too good
Thought I left my heartbreak in my old hood
Ex bitch in my phone, up to no good
Ole gold diggin’ bitch you know you ain’t gettin’ no goods
I ain’t really feelin’ too good
The pills make me feel too good
I know you want me no more
So I put my heart on the floor
I’ma have a party tonight, go tell your friends bitch
You ain’t gettin’ money, then you ain’t gettin’ in bitch

[Chorus]
I’ma have a party tonight, go tell your friends bitch
You ain’t gettin’ money, then you ain’t gettin’ in bitch
Leave the heartbreak, at the crib bitch
Come to L.A., I can show you how I live bitch
Bet I get Wetter Wet, like a cruise ship
She been flexin’ hard on my name, Terry Crews shit
No more parties in L.A., Kanye West shit
She do Codeine with Cocaine, that’s the best shit

[Chorus]
Take off, fast four
In a black Porsche
Whippin’ all the white, even though I’m a black boy
Tay Cruz, flexin’ on your crew, steroids
She lookin’ at us, like I love them boys
Take off, fast four
In a black Porsche
Whippin’ all the white, even though I’m a black boy
Tay Cruz, flexin’ on your crew, steroids
Lookin’ at us, like damn I love them boys

[Verse 1]
Pull up Taskforce, in a four door
Choppa on my hip, it’s heatin’ up like human torch
If I catch him I’ma score, wait
Hit the floor
Then I take his whore, in that order
Bought a bunch of Gucci frames, that cost about a quarter
25k not 25 cents bitch, oh yeah
Big gun make a nigga walk with a limp bitch, oh yeah
I still wear bathin’ ape, no chimp bitch, oh yeah
Everyday I poor, lean
Need some more
Broke niggas, askin’ the cost I tell em a quarter
25, no not 25 cents bitch, oh yeah
25 Pints cost 25 bricks bitch, oh yeah

[Chorus]
Take off, fast four
In a black Porsche
Whippin’ all the white, even though I’m a black boy
Tay Cruz, flexin’ on your crew, steroids
She lookin’ at us, like I love them boys
Take off, fast four
In a black Porsche
Whippin’ all the white, even though I’m a black boy
Tay Cruz, flexin’ on your crew, steroids
Lookin’ at us, like damn I love them boys

[Verse 2]
Need a beautiful girl, No Sean Kingston
Life of a lonely boy, all these hoes tweakin’
She gon’ suck me in the back of the Porsche, then she leavin’
Hit her pussy good, I’m a hit then repeat
Hit it 3 times, call the shit 3-Peat
I’ve been xan free, almost been 3 weeks
Still on beans, still on percs, still on Codeine
She say coke, ain’t a joke
She get nose bleeds
She finna OD, Don’t call the police
Pray the drugs don’t take her home, yeah
Say that she ok, but she not ok
Molly takin’ over her soul
Another love goes down the drain, where it belongs
Another love goes, where the drugs go

[Chorus]
Take off, fast four
In a black Porsche
Whippin’ all the white, even though I’m a black boy
Tay Cruz, flexin’ on your crew, steroids
She lookin’ at us, like I love them boys
Take off, fast four
In a black Porsche
Whippin’ all the white, even though I’m a black boy
Tay Cruz, flexin’ on your crew, steroids
Lookin’ at us, like damn I love them boys

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Uh
Wheezy beats
This money turnin’ me on
(Yo, turn me up bro)
Misery, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (woo)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Music all in my ears
Instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers
I’m in a condo popping seals
I got po-po’s in my rear
I bought CoCo with my deal
I missed a couple shows with my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
You know I got you in my whip
It don’t matter if it don’t work out
Man I know you with me for real
You helped me balance my skills
You helped me over the hill
You got my mind right when I was thinking ’bout going and go kill
Young lil’ nigga popping shit
High school, I played quarterback
I ain’t never had to hit a lick
Never had to touch a nick
Never had to risk shit
But this wealth, cause if you played then it’s death

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
Give a couple bands to the woa
Jet to Miami with some zoes
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
On the east or the west coast, ayy
Every night I snuck my way outside
Started skipping school and I snuck up on a ride
My brother in law let me shoot a choppa when I was five
Ever since that day, man I been riding ’til I die

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go