I hate funerals, I love life. I hate when I see a whole bunch of people just crying
In a funeral on some fake shit. They ain’t really love a n***a while they was there
See I’m a different type of n***a, I wanna be honest with y'all. I need the love
Now, if y’all motherfuckers gonna be crying and playing thirty minute specials when
I’m gone (an hour special that I’m gone) fuck that, love me while I’m here. Love me
While I’m here, I had to tell a bitch


[Hook]
(I want the love)
‘Cause all I see is haters and this money got these n***as catchin’ verbals and I tell ya
(I want the love)
‘Cause all I know is getting money, knockin’ at the door, I’m like who is it? Bitch I tell ya
(I want the love)


I’m a rich n***a I don’t get mad, I just get paper
Im never mad i just get haters
I get room service with like six waiters
Hold up,Hold up,Hold up
My rollie cost yo bitch n***a
You ain't fuck my hoe stop lying on yo dick n***a
You dont get what i get n***a
All this ice on my wrist n***a
Put some ice on yo bitch n***a
Make you mad as hell you get sick n***a
Young rich n***a got flames
Stay in yo lane before i call it a bang
Osama ben laden these n***as they hate
Gettin so much money the bitches can wait
Play with my money ill put the six to your face
I get it and go
Yall n***as is lame yall get it to slow
Im all streets
When its a rap beef n***as try to make peace


(I want the love)
‘Cause all I see is haters and this money got these n***as catchin’ verbals and I
Tell ya
(I want the love)
‘Cause all I know is getting money, knockin’ at the door, I’m like who is it? Bitch I tell ya
(I want the love)


Wanted the money, and wanted the love
Wanted them bitches that wanted the drugs
Crying and hugs
Hit em so hard that they pulling the plug
If you can't beat em join em
N***as they hatin im destroying em
Im ruling my city i ain't gonna stop
Bitches for biches they wanted to pop
Mollys and weed do as i want and i do as i please
Im after the money like mice after cheese
I got booked with about four keys
Now i am back
The people i used to call my n***as wanna catch m when i lack
I guess its the hate
Prolly it is
Cuz when im in the city im prolly doing liv
It is what it is
Killin these n***as
Back from the feds
Im off some meds
Family come first
Money come after that
No wonder whats next
Pull up to the club in a gatti
Bitches infrnt of they n***as call me they poppi
My clothes is real never is ahki
My watch is iced call it a rockie

(I want the love)
‘Cause all I see is haters and this money got these n***as catchin’ verbals and I
Tell ya
(I want the love)
‘Cause all I know is getting money, knockin’ at the door, I’m like who is it? Bitch I tell ya
(I want the love)