We're too lost in love, we're too lost in love
We're too lost in love, we're too lost in love
Huh, Huh, Huh, Huh
Yea yea yea yea, (Hold up, Chea)
Yea yea yea yea, (Hold up, Chea)
Yea yea yea yea, (Hold up, Chea)
Yea yea yea yea
I'm tired of letting y'all fuck niggas breathe you niggas ain't fucking with me
I been shitting on my competition they don't wanna listen, they running from me
Spent too much time on land, been thinking I could go overseas
Riding round with too many bitches, they think I'm suspicious, got five percent tint
And my pockets is filled up with lint
Because all of this money gettin' spent (Uh)
My fashion cost more than your rent
Name a nigga that do it like him (Huh)
Sit back watch the story unfold, these niggas couldn't touch me from the beginning
Ain't no way I'm taking no L's cus' Ima prevail, I'm always winning
I got, Louis the linen (Huh)
I been, standing on business (Ha)
I got, too many bitches
Fuck yo bitch and I hit til' I finish (Ha)
I got way too much shit I can mention
Do a verse, I get paid off commission
Taking drugs Ima fuck up my senses
All we know is a nigga ain't missing, Nah
Ouu, Ah
Is it safe to fall in love, if I don't know who you are?
Ouu, Ah
Is it safe to fall in love, if I don't know who you are?
Ha, Ha, Ha, Come on
Can't fuck with none of these niggas or none of these bitches
I'm only fucking with myself
I just spent your check on a belt
Just to leave that shit on my shelf
You dissing? Come talk to the man himself
Bullets gon' fly, his skin gon' melt
She don't want me to see no one else
But Ima go fuck someone else, She'll prolly still stay with me
She afraid she can't stay away from me
Make so much bands, look make-believe
Aye shoutout my grandma, she know that I'm good
But I bet she still think of me
Start to wonder what the family think of me
I don't give a fuck what niggas think of me
'Cause to be honest, y'all should be thanking me (You get it?)