文本歌词

I hate funerals
I love life
I hate when I see a whole bunch of people
Just crying in a funeral on some fake s**t
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 motherf**kers gonna be crying
And playing thirty minute specials when I'm gone
An hour special that I'm gone
F**k that
Love me while I'm here
Love me while I'm here
I had to tell a b***h
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
B***h I tell ya
I want the love
I'm a rich n***a I don't get mad
I just get paper
I don't
I don't catch feelings I catch flights
That's brick paper
For what
For one rider at Badboy
That's one side
These killers with me
Don't f**k around they jump fast like off sides
I'm 'bout to keep up on the billy
Poppin' these bottles and really
I know they gon' hate when I'm high
But when it's all over they feel me
If you want your love when I'm dead
You better off just tryna kill me
'Cause I'm gonna ball on you
And I ain't talkin' about you
I hate all y'll n***as
Ten burgers for your man
Ho I could buy that
Last week I made a hundred mill
You should try that
I'm a real n***a
They all see it
Can't hide that
I'll touch down in your city
F**k s**t up
N***a then fly back
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
B***h I tell ya
I want the love
Wanted the money
And wanted the love
Wanted them b***hes that wanted the d**gs
That wanted the molly and that wanted the w**d
I walk in the building get love in the club
Love in the streets
B***h it's Meek Milly
Them n***as was haters I love what they was
'Cause all of that hating was my motivation
Now I got the paper and what whaty what
It is what it is
Look at me now
Living the life in the f**king EO
N***as that hate me still come to my shows
Shawty ain't ready to f**k up my wrist
Give a f**k about gold
Straight to the money and back to the hood where they takin' that money
We package the good and we break up that money
You act like you good better sell you some money
Hater
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
B***h I tell ya
I want the love