Lover Boy

I ain’t trynna love her
I hate she got a man back home
But I ain’t trynna love her, boy

I get money, don’t get mad
Get money, don’t get mad
Get money, don’t get mad
I ain’t trynna cuff her
Yeah, I will never love her boy
Yeah, ‘cause I am not no lover boy
Lover boy, I heard that ass in trouble boy
Yeah, I heard that ass in trouble, boy
I might fuck her, but I will never love her
Boy we call him ass kisser, AKA Lover Boy

I don’t love her if she ain’t got money, boy
And I don’t touch her if
They ain’t them hundreds, boy
I don’t cuff her if they ain’t them commas
Boy she wanna fuck me ‘cause her
Boyfriend is a momma’s boy
She wanna suck me ‘cause she heard
I taste like Almond Joy
She can’t stand them broke niggas
So she falling for
A real nigga like me, who she calling for
She got a man at home
But I bought that in her closet for her
I red bottom her heels
She turns heads at the press night
Give a fuck how she feels
I Macbook her laptop fat knot, skinny jeans
Her man get mad ‘cause she playing my song
I love that ho
But goddamn she got a man at home!

I got some secrets that I’d like
To tell you about me i fell in love with
Another nigga’s big shawty
And she go all out for me like a
She got a man at home
But I ain’t tripping though