I Want the Love (Explicit)

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