Jim Jones - Love Me No More lyrics

Now how you gon tell me you don't love me no more (how you gon' tell me that?) 'Cause I'm out here getting this bread (you hatin' on this paper chase?) Tryna get my momma a crib (sh** don't even sound right) Tryna get up out the ghetto Now how the hood talkin' 'bout they don't need me no more 'Cause a mu'f**a push that GT It's a problem tryna take that from me 'Cause I'm packin' heavy metal uhuh I hear the streets talking funny (sh**) So I laugh (haha) tell 'em keep talking funny (keep talking funny) I'ma keep talking money (yup) And all different types (what) The yens and the pounds (pounds) n***a just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows) Drippin' in ice I still be up town (Harlem) I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what) But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain Or I'll beam 'em up we got birdies on the chain (easy) Respect my mind or respect my grind (cause what) Gone to the bank when its cheque signing time (okay) Its Tito Borough when it's jet flying time (clear-port) And we so thorough we the set fly or die (Dip Set) The b**hes funny I'm talking bout life (yup) It was Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly nights (that's right) And we was hungry nauseas for a bite But if the world's apple pie of course you want a slice (yup) Now how you gon tell me you don't love me no more (how you gon' tell me that?) 'Cause I'm out here getting this bread (you hatin' on this paper chase?) Tryna get my momma a crib (sh** don't even sound right) Tryna get up out the ghetto Now how the hood talkin' 'bout they don't need me no more 'Cause a mu'f**a push that GT It's a problem tryna take that from me 'Cause I'm packin' heavy metal uhuh Heard somebody speak my name, but d**h was next to it (pray for me) My next breath was let's do it (kid) Got me runnin' through the game with my vest and my best shooters (who's next) Best of event VVS and best ya j**elers (new year) n***a outta lame ya sh**, gets chewed up (get em) And I'm tryna k** the pain with like two s*uts (what's up baby) Use to say money ain't a thang to I blew up (what) Then money's everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills) Where did love go? (where) And where does that leave us? (where we at) They holdin' grudges on how they receive us (fa sho') And show the judges on how they perceive us Hate to see a thug n***a whip the foreign features (ballin') Secretary's that Condoleza (yup) Cash first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh) Blast first, never worry about police cuffs (nope) Ya either leave us or you free us I need money!