Like Maybe

[Chorus: veezuh]
Tell me that it was true love (True love)
Tell me why yo' bitch be cravin' me (Cravin' me)
She be hittin' me up all, like "Save me" (Save me)
I can't let a bitch drive me crazy (No)
She ask me if I love her, like, maybe
But I really know that it's not (Okay)
Big bankroll, yeah, you know it's a lot
Like I said in my other song, you can get chopped
Like I said in my other song, you can get swept like a mop (Oh, oh)
You can get cropped
I don't pay no attention, talk about what you want
Look at my money, that shit be extending (Yeah)
I cannot help but flaunt
Look at yo racks, that shit on pending (Yeah)
That shit ain't go come

Aye, Vivienne armor ring on me
Play that bitch, like an Atari
I said that I'm sorry, but I'm not really sorry
They looking upon me, asking like, "How he got it?"
Like, "How does he does it?"
Like, "How he keep droppin?"

[Verse: kishin]
They not in my lane, not at all (No)
Bitch, I'm in my bag (Yeah)
Stand on my money, I'm ten feet tall (Yeah)
Lately, I been busy, it gets hard to get to all yo' calls
I been getting dizzy, pourin' shots, sippin' on alcohol (Uh-huh)
(Yeah, yeah)
I been movin' so careless
I don't even know my purpose
But I ain't losing, that's for certain (Uh-huh, aye)
See that I'm on, now she flirtin'
Walk in the building, they nervous
My pockets fat, they just hurtin'

[Chorus: veezuh]
Tell me that it was true love (True love)
Tell me why yo' bitch be cravin' me (Cravin' me)
She be hittin' me up all, like "Save me" (Save me)
I can't let a bitch drive me crazy (No)
She ask me if I love her, like, maybe
But I really know that it's not (Okay)
Big bankroll, yeah, you know it's a lot
Like I said in my other song, you can get chopped
Like I said in my other song, you can get swept like a mop (Oh, oh)
You can get cropped
I don't pay no attention, talk about what you want
Look at my money, that shit be extending (Yeah)
I cannot help but flaunt
Look at yo racks, that shit on pending (Yeah)
That shit ain't go come

Aye, Vivienne armor ring on me
Play that bitch, like an Atari
I said that I'm sorry, but I'm not really sorry
They looking upon me, asking like, "How he got it?"
Like, "How does he does it?"
Like, "How he keep droppin?"