Izze The Producer - She Fell in Love (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Yeah, yeah, Gleesh, Trel, DC Big money, real n***as Dreams come true, you watching it unfold We untouchable, n***a [Hook: Fat Trel] She fell in love with a murderer I'm a cold blooded k**er So you should know what I did to that p**y, boy You damn right I hit her She heard I was a dope boy I heard she was a gold digger All I know is she a real b**h So I f** her like a real n***a [Verse 1: Fat Trel] Look, I fell in love with a real chick She who I smoke, who I drink, share a meal with No bullsh**, and if she ready, I for real hit it She even told the police "Come and deal with it" Top down, in Miami, I'm the youngest brother A lot of money, not to mention, ugly motherf**er Now what's for supper? I'mma eat it if she keep it clean I pop a M, smoke dope and I sip lean Now what you mean? Big faces and they all green Remind you of double I in the Saline Daydreamin', I'm dirty but my face clean Number one, the runner-up escapin' the scene Nah mean? I'mma touch it if you want to South Beach, I'm a freak in that Fontainebleau Club Liv, makin' kids, what you wanna do? Club Liv, makin' kids, what you wanna do? True [Hook] [Bridge: Fat Trel] f** her like a real n***a I f** her like a real n***a I f** her like a real n***a She f**in' with a real n***a [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pull up on these p**y n***as I pray to God just to ball on these p**y n***as That's Inshallah, top down in that new Ferrari Balenciagas, Murciélagos, know a n***a got it You know I got it, keep a pistol if you perpetratin' Take a picture, I'mma post it, you could copy-paste it Let daddy fake it, red bottoms on my bottom b**h A lot of money, ain't no botttom, I'm a baller, b**h That's why you shakin', got her pissin' in the UGG boots It's all love, pay attention, she should come through We on the beach in the yacht, what you wanna do? We on the beach in the yacht, what you wanna do? [Interlude: Rick Ross] Aye, Trel, hit up the team, n***a s*utty Boyz, tell 'em come through We out here, Black Bottle Boys We on top of the game, let's celebrate, n***a Blow somethin' [Hook] [Bridge] (x2) [Verse 3: Nipsey Hu$$le] Yeah, don't be afraid, fall in love p**y ain't the same once I'm done So f** that other woman you just was And f** them other n***as, they my sons See, everything different when it's done, properly I'll probably have you proud to be sprung Tell ya homegirls I'm the one Watch ya homegirls cause they slum This rich real n***a I become Tell me, is this really what you want? For I shoot you out the barrel of my gun And f** you like a n***a held a grudge I ain't the type to talk goofy off the d** Or take a girl heart just because She cut ties with them scrubs No answer but apparently it was, cause [Hook] [Outro: Fat Trel] I f** her like a real n***a f** her like a real n***a