Young Savage - Luv lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my b**h she bad to the bone, ay Wait, these n***as watchin', I swear to God they be my clones Yeah, hey, huh, switchin' my hoes like my flows (what?) Switchin' my flows like my clothes (like what?) Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload Oh, oh, now she won't f** with my crew 'Cause the money come all out the roof Drive the 'Rari, that b**h got no roof (skrt) Wait, what kind of 'Rari? 458 (damn) All of these n***as, they hate (they hate) Try to hide, shoot through the gate Look, go to the strip club, make it rain (rain) So much money they use rakes Count 100, 000 in your face (in your face) Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe Met her today, oh She talk to me like she knew me, yah Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah Yeah, wakin' up right to a two piece, yah Countin' that paper like loose leaf, yah Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yah Yeah, boy you so fake like my collar You snakin', I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay And you know we winnin' (winnin') Yeah, we is not losin' Try to play your song, it ain't move me (what?) Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah All these n***as stealin' my style, can I get my flow back? Yeah, bop on that b**h like Kodak Yeah, b**h you know dat Yeah, I push your sh** all back (woop woop) Told that b**h I got money, ayy (woop) Countin' them hundreds, it's nothing, ayy Told that lil b**h I got money, ayy Told that lil b**h that's it nothing, ayy (skrt, skrt, tied) Hit that b**h right from the back, she got turkey, I knock out that b**h like it's stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!) Told that lil b**h that I'm with it Told that lil b**h that I'm with it Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, yeah (win) Denzel Curry cut your throat, yeah (yeah) Kodak do the most, yeah (win) Told that lil b**h I got all the money (uhh) I swear this sh** is just nothing (uhh) I just be dancin' right up on that b**h, yeah What you be stuntin [Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] It do not matter Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy Smoking that gas, gone off that xanny, she on the powder Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy Smoking that gas, gone off that xanny, she on the powder Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster