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 because
Cm
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 it 
Verse 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 out
Fm
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, no
Cm
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 it
Pre-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 because
Cm
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
Outro
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 up
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