YNW Bortlen - Lovey Dovey lyrics

[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