Girls

I love girls, but you know money comes before beatin' (beatin')
I chase a heart, guess I'm the one that caught feelings
Nah, she ain't leavin', even when I'm caught cheatin'
My temper's real short, but the house got tall ceilings (tall ceilings)
I drop thirty on my underfloor heatin'
But way before the house, I had the underfloor heatin' (that heatin')
Fans goin' crazy, mothers all grievin'
Girls say I'm a dog, but none are all leavin'

Yes, I'm back with a bang (bang), yes, I'm back with the fam
I was playin' at the start, but now I'm back with a plan (plan)
Man, these girls so bad, they comin' back with the fam
And a week later, she's on the 'Gram, ba-back with her man
You know how many twenty shots I wrapped up in Dams?
I don't know how I got rich, I was trapped in the can (trapped)
Now my stores down in Italy, I trap in Milan
Got little dots with half a box and always trapped in a can
I got a house for my daughter, a house for my bro (bro)
A house I only go to, a house for the hoes (hoes)
I get about on these roads, chop an ounce into stones
So before my grills, Fred had a mouth full of stones (I did)
I'm a hustler, baby (baby), the customers pay me (pay me)
These brothers too wavey, your brothers fugazi
'Bout to get the black Lamb', told them brothers, "Bruce Wayne me"
It's just another new day and another new lady

I love girls, but you know money comes before beatin' (beatin')
I chase a heart, guess I'm the one that caught feelings
Nah, she ain't leavin', even when I'm caught cheatin'
My temper's real short, but the house got tall ceilings (tall ceilings)
I drop thirty on my underfloor heatin'
But way before the house, I had the underfloor heatin' (that heatin')
Fans goin' crazy, mothers all grievin'
Girls say I'm a dog, but none are all leavin'

Come and listen to a don (don), I was grippin' on this song (song)
Them boys ain't got no bodies, but love listenin' to Von (haha)
My nine sexy like I put my pistols in a thong
I don't reply, but once a nigga disses, then it's on
And rap's easy, fam, the dope scene is harder
Real niggas don't need a father, just dope fiend and charge it
Girls say I'm the G.O.A.T, but you know you won't see 'em after (you won't)
I'm really like the ghost dressed in Dolce & Gabbana
On the roads with my llama
Bae, I don't need the drama (drama)
Got a phone and a charger
'Bout to go so harder
I need the key
Know I'm certainly a G (certainly)
Every bullet that them niggas caught was courtesy of me
I got them jealous of the drip (drip), got them jealous on my chick (chick)
Got them jealous of my drillers, got them jealous on my whip (whip)
But I keep somethin' for niggas gettin' jealous on my hip (I do)
All I really know is that I'm never, ever gonna quit

I love girls, but you know money comes before beatin' (beatin')
I chase a heart, guess I'm the one that caught feelings
Nah, she ain't leavin', even when I'm caught cheatin'
My temper's real short, but the house got tall ceilings (tall ceilings)
I drop thirty on my underfloor heatin'
But way before the house, I had the underfloor heatin' (that heatin')
Fans goin' crazy, mothers all grievin'
Girls say I'm a dog, but none are all leavin'