[Verse 1]
Never met a bar with many rich
I’m getting too much money to be made a bottom list
I’m cut from the Cloud with fabric getting shit
N*ggas dying over hoes, ain’t that a bottom bitch?
Tryina make my point, see Raymond on [?]
Young boy got the touch, I should say it in braid
If you really wanna pose, so why go laid with the hell?
Man your baby mama love me more than you love yourself
Good, and we don’t wanna hear bout what you could have been
I’m tryna build, see the game is what you put in it
Haters looking jello, pistol waving hello
These hoes kick with too many n*ggas they like the Retros
Where you fuck them when the shit gon’ change?
I’m the realest, n*ggas act like they gon’ change
Young n*ggas tripping, you’d be party left for bait
They gon’ snatch up anybody like a pickle Jane
[Hook]
What you gon’ do, do for love
You’ve tried everything, still you don’t give up
Do for love
You’ve tried everything, still you don’t give up
[Verse 2]
More money, I need more money
Okay, I’m on the move like I’ve stole something
All these birds they’d be speeding like they roll
If she washed up, she can’t get a low from me
Love is nothing I can’t handle
Wash the tears for wife, and don’t get caught up in a scandal
Glory hallelujah, more of Malcom [?]
I go crazy, Marilyn Manson
Can’t stop the rain Southern California
When they think I’m tripping, tell the mama [?]
Late nights with the big head, I can’t be mad at Connan
The young prince squeeze the juice, a bottle Apollonia
You and me is lavish, if you mean it’s classic
Cross over [?] you ain’t need to practice
I’m the real thing, n*ggas you would re-elect me
Courted case start [?] ain’t no happily ever after
[Hook]
What you gon’ do, do for love
You’ve tried everything, still you don’t give up
Do for love
You’ve tried everything, still you don’t give up
Problem is I don’t really love you
N*ggas gon’ hate on you regardless
Bitch you pray for
Big set, more money, more problems
More money, different problems