[Intro]
(Dmac on the fu*king track)
[Chorus: YNW Bortlen]
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fu*k
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 fu*k
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in
[Verse 1: YNW Bortlen]
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 b*tch off
Pull up, we get missing, we in thе wind
[?] I told her what's up
Groupie, you, girl, that's what come with
You see bluе, yeah, that come with it
These hoes see something wrong with it
If you fu*k with me, gotta grind with me
You flake then you gotta go, 'cause shotta 'bout to blow
[Chorus: YNW Bortlen]
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fu*k
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 fu*k
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in
[Verse 2: Toosii]
Rich, in the meantime, I ain't mean nothing
[?]
You the baddest I done ever seen when I ain't seen you
Them other b*tches 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 b*tch but you ain't mine
I can't be lovey-dovey, I'm tryna fu*k all the time, yeah
I tell the truth, yeah, you divine
But sh*t, me too, I hit it good and then I lick on your spine
Ayy, I got my weight up
Now a ni**a 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