Artist: → Juice WRLD
Ayy, love don’t love me, bitch I know
But the drugs still love me, that’s for sure
She fell in love with a junkie, getting the dough
Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
Everything she said, I heard it all before
I see all these demons, they disguised as whores
All I know is: count the money up from the floor
If the pussy good, I may just go get some more, more
Say she want my heart, she can’t afford it
Maybe cause I’m on my way to getting on the Forbes list
Pretty Jiggy Niggas, can’t ignore it, ayy
Ballin, bitch I feel like Michael Jordan
Sip codeine, I’m snorin til the mornin
Got the heater on my hip like global warming, ayy
Run up, you get shot, this is a warnin
Freddy Kreuger in your dreams, I’m filled with torment
She say that she love, bitch, whatever that means
I remember her and all her friends were laughing at me
Now they tell me I can fuck, that shit so funny to me
Lost ten thousand playing basketball, a hunnid to me
Ayy, love don’t love me, bitch I know
But the drugs still love me, that’s for sure
She fell in love with a junkie, getting the dough
Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
Everything she said, I heard it all before
I see all these demons, they disguised as whores
All I know is: count the money up from the floor
If the pussy good, I may just go get some more, more