[Intro]
(Love Makes Me Sick)

[Chorus]
I woke up in Neimans, spent a bag on it
She want Ricks, I bought her Ricks, I put that swag on her
I'm too lit, I'm on my shit, but I don't lag on her
I'm too rich, I get my shit and then I dash on 'em

[Verse]
I get my bread and then I leave
She wanna travel, over the seas
N***a talking on my life left him deceased
N***a talk about my price, cop you a feat
You gon' have to get it man
Lame ass need a job, where your penny, man?
I been in the cut, do my money dance
Your money too goofy, you got funny bands
Switch it up, uh, I can't give it up
Can't fuck with thesе hoes cause this bitch ain't giving none
I just poppеd my shit, hit a lick, then I'm gone
Murder yeah she wrote, where that note, bitch it's gone, it's gone

[Chorus]
I woke up in Neimans, spent a bag on it
She want Ricks, I bought her Ricks, I put that swag on her
I'm too lit, I'm on my shit, but I don't lag on her
I'm too rich, I get my shit and then I dash on 'em
I woke up in Neimans, spent a bag on it
She want Ricks, I bought her Ricks, I put that swag on her
I'm too lit, I'm on my shit, but I don't lag on her
I'm too rich, I get my shit and then I dash on 'em