King Los - Love It lyrics

Ok Verse 1: Los Ok now this one from the bottom I need no top on my Bentley And no tops on these b**hes they give more top evidently I'm not the type of n***a to put dames over my scrilla I'm tryin' to get this change and fly a plane over my villa Illa', fresha', cooler, smoother, doper, chilla' Is everything that I am and you mad cause you "no familia" And boy I'm out that jungle with them lions tigers bizz-ears No lyin' when I'm flyin' I want my entire clique there Would you like to let your hizz-air, down and enjoy some champagne Majuana? Patron and Ciroc don't stizz-op so do your damn thing Hey, anywho, hit me with your Jimmy Choo If anything shorty we can get you any shoe Yea you hella bad and your friend she can get it too We can sip a few, tell a n***a what you finna do I'm dippin' through with my roof way back Swag high like a n***a with a new Maybach We can ride this b**h till the wheels fall off or the freeway crack I'm a G laid black True G sh** girl ... spent two G's on Gucci sh** Swagged up from the hat to the kicks My G I really do this sh** Chorus: Los Oh yes all my diamonds s**ist, so don't no n***a touch it And b**h don't watch my Rose, cause those ain't in your budget Now shorty bust it open, like she want me to f** it And all these n***as hate it, but all these b**hes love it All these b**hes love it I said all these b**hes love it And you don't have to like it, but you know how I does it So love it, love it, love it Interlude: You know she like the boys that hold the block down, creamed up Something outside with the top down, gleamed up OG Kush by the pound when we lean up And all these b**hes love it (all these) all these b**hes love it Verse 2: Los Oh yea all them n***as hate it, but all them n***as dated And by that I mean outdated, I got all them n***as faded Like a barber, I will son you, but you act more like a daughter b**h I'm farther, just so far that I recorded this tomorrow Just don't bother boy it's hopeless, I know I'm the dopest Ever seen a swag so potent you could roll it up and smoke it Chokin' on your hatred, we joke you for that fake sh** I almost owe my fame to those that don't want Los to make it n***a I'm the one, can't a motherf**er test 'em If I stood next to myself it would make the number eleven If I'm standing next to you then that would make the number ten While I take this number two, my n***a thank you come again Chorus x2: Oh yes all my diamonds s**ist, so don't no n***a touch it And b**h don't watch my Rose, cause those ain't in your budget Now shorty bust it open, like she want me to f** it And all these n***as hate it, but all these b**hes love it All these b**hes love it I said all these b**hes love it All these b**hes love it Yea man all these b**hes love it And you don't have to like it, but you know how I does it So love it, love it, love it