No Love

You don't love me, don't tell me you love me

'Cause I can go fuck on your friend

I can hook up with your buddy

I ain't got time to pretend

I'm tryna get me some cuddy

And I ain't really tryna be friends

I'd rather get to the money

I tried to talk to the ho

Told her my dreams and she looked at me funny

Everything I done dreamed I done done it

Everything I done dreamed I done done it

Now I done it, it's time for some more dreams

Run it up, I need some more cream

The internet won't help you know me

And I don't believe talkin', so show me (Shh)

I got the gas, you can roll it, uh

I'm frontin' bags to my homies

I'm still in the streets like I'm homeless

Still sellin's P's to promoters

She ain't really fuck with me back then

She don't really love me, she actin'

I'm treatin' the show like the streets

We pull up and count up the backend (And bitch)

You don't love me, don't tell me you love me

'Cause I can go fuck on your friend

I can hook up with your buddy

I ain't got time to pretend

I'm tryna get me some cuddy

And I ain't really tryna be friends

I'd rather get to the money

You don't love me, don't tell me you love me

'Cause I can go fuck your friend

I can hook up with your buddy

I ain't got time to pretend

I'm tryna get me some cuddy

And I ain't really tryna be friends

I'd rather get to the money

What she do

She tryna freak on the low low

She tryna cheat on her boyfriend

He keep on blowin' her phone up

Press the red button, ignore him, ah

I got the bags of the low end, uh

I got the bags of the O in, uh

That's a good number, don't be cheap

If you buy more than ten, it's gon' decrease

We selling gas like we BP

Watch how you creep when you see me

We on the screens of they TV

Bad bitches download my CD

Sucks for you you ain't believe me

You took the boy for a joke

I held it down, I had hope

I was down bad, I was broke

They wanted my heart and my soul

I stay on my grind and I grow

Got this K and this nine I'ma blow

I ain't wastin' no time on a ho, so, bitch

You don't love me, don't tell me you love me

'Cause I can go fuck on your friend

I can hook up with your buddy

I ain't got time to pretend

I'm tryna get me some cuddy

And I ain't really tryna be friends

I'd rather get to the money

You don't love me, don't tell me you love me

'Cause I can go fuck on your friend

I can hook up with your buddy

I ain't got time to pretend

I'm tryna get me some cuddy

And I ain't really tryna be friends

I'd rather get to the money

Bitch