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Nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got

Uh-huh, yeah, nigga, whatever

You talkin' 'bout you love me, ain't shit changin' but the weather

I got niggas that the hoes who know they just might flock together

You can't style on the queen, I got the furs and all the flowers

Haters, they kill a bitch, I drop for jewelry, not the gabbin'

I laugh you out while you yellin', that's my pleasure

You tried to play, now I'ma drag and do it better

I ain't stressin' over no ho, bitch, I'm pressure

What's my favorite sport? A Maserati

Brown and terrier, it's twenty with my body-ody

This nigga steppin', thinkin' 'bout me, goin' la-di-da-di

Don't be stingy, boy, make me a Maserati mommy

He think he special, but he only know what I been showin'

He think I'm stupid bad like I don't know this nigga horny

But I been shockin' for a minute, they just did my tourin'

Don't let him have a fresh cut of cash, I'm likely goin'

Uh-huh, yeah, nigga, whatever

You talkin' 'bout you love me, ain't shit changin' but the weather

I got niggas that the hoes who know they just might flock together

You can't style on the queen, I got the furs and all the flowers

Haters, they kill a bitch, I drop for jewelry, not the gabbin'

I laugh you out while you yellin', that's my pleasure

You tried to play, now I'ma drag and do it better

I ain't stressin' over no ho, bitch, I'm pressure

I'm the realest bitch, niggas faker than some pleather

Said he blowin' up my phone to say what's up, I said whatever

Got 'em bitin' on my style, feelin' Mitchell like a sweater

'Cause they wanna take my spot, but ho

You can't 'cause you could never

Can't trust my bitches in the past, I know I'm better

Got money on me that I'll make it like a batter

If your baby checkin' bed, you gotta let her

If that nigga say he love me, go explain it in a letter

Nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got

I hate these niggas, like, for real

Uh-huh, yeah, nigga, whatever

You talkin' 'bout you love me, ain't shit changin' but the weather

I got niggas that the hoes who know they just might flock together

You can't style on the queen, I got the furs and all the flowers

Haters, they kill a bitch, I drop for jewelry, not the gabbin'

I laugh you out while you yellin', that's my pleasure

You tried to play, now I'ma drag and do it better

I ain't stressin' over no ho, bitch, I'm pressure

They dirty as fuck, ugly as fuck, like

Pay my bills or don't come around

No money, broken

Broken