Intro Cm Fm Fm Cm x2 Cm Fm Fm It's my love, it's your love, it's our love Cm Cm And I be thinkin' the world is out of love Fm Fm So lovestruck, it's fucked up Cm And she don't really care becauseCm Everybody want the same thing Fm New chain, new car, and the same ring Fm I just wanna make money with the same gang Cm New glass, new frame, but the same lane Cm Whole team cope different, but the same pain Fm Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, I just want a plain jane Fm Bitches fuckin' different niggas for the same fame Cm I'm committed to myself, nigga, so I can't change Cm She wanna pop it, lock it, drop it Fm I'm so up, baby, stop it Fm Tinted windows ridin' 'round 'cause I'm poppin' Cm Cm She wanna come, my bitch showin' no love Fm Toxic, baby, can't trust, be honest Fm She want me to hit it, no boxin' Cm Pass the grip, toss itFm Obvious that we don't give a fuck Fm They used to stick me up Cm And now they showin' up Cm And now they showin' love Fm I'm gettin' love from up above Fm No, no, don't hit me up Cm No, no, don't hit me up, no, noVerse 1:
Cm Hop in the Bentley, the 'Rari, the Mulsanne Fm You got a problem with me, you can come say it Fm Pass the lil' thottie off, I had to relay it Cm Now when they say my name, they be like, "He made it" Cm Oh shit, that's Tecca, that boy up in NY Fm I'm really from Queens, but they say I'm from LI Fm Sixth grade up in two thirty-one with my fellas Cm Cm It's so sad, when I moved out the hood, we all fell outCm Everybody want the same thing Fm New chain, new car, and the same ring Fm I just wanna make money with the same gang Cm New glass, new frame, but the same lane Cm Whole team cope different, but the same pain Fm Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, I just want a plain jane Fm Bitches fuckin' different niggas for the same fame Cm I'm committed to myself, nigga, so I can't change Cm She wanna pop it, lock it, drop it Fm I'm so up, baby, stop it Fm Tinted windows ridin' 'round 'cause I'm poppin' Cm Cm She wanna come, my bitch showin' no love Fm Toxic, baby, can't trust, be honest Fm She want me to hit it, no boxin' Cm Pass the grip, toss itePre-Chorus
Cm Fm Fm It's my love, it's your love, it's our love Cm Cm And I be thinkin' the world is out of love Fm Fm So lovestruck, it's fucked up Cm And she don't really care becausOutro Fm Obvious that we don't give a fuck Fm Cm Cm They used to stick me up, stick me up Fm I'm gettin' love from up above Fm Cm No, no, don't hit me up, hit me upCm Everybody want the same thing Fm New chain, new car, and the same ring Fm I just wanna make money with the same gang Cm New glass, new frame, but the same lane Cm Whole team cope different, but the same pain Fm Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, I just want a plain jane Fm Bitches fuckin' different niggas for the same fame Cm Cm I'm committed to myself, nigga, so I can't change
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