No Love

[Intro] Oh Lord, Jetson made another one [Chorus] You don't love me, don't tell me you love me 'Cause I can go fuck on your friend I can hook up with your buddy I ain't got time to pretend I'm tryna get me some cuddy And I ain’t really tryna be friends I'd rather get to the money [Verse 1] I tried to talk to the ho Told her my dreams and she looked at me funny (Ah) Everything I done dreamed I done done it (Yeah) Everything I done dreamed I done done it (Yeah) Now I done it, it's time for some more dreams (Yeah) Run it up, I need some more cream (Ho) The internet world helped you know me (Ah) And I don't believe talking, so show me (Shh) I got the gas, you can roll it, uh I'm frontin' bags to my homies (Ayy) I'm still in the streets like I'm homeless (Yeah) Still sellin' P's to promoters (Yeah) She ain't really fuck with me back then (Back then) She don't really love me, she acting (Acting) I'm treating the show like the streets (Streets) We pull up and count up the backend (Bitch) [Chorus] You don't love me, don't tell me you love me 'Cause I can go fuck on your friend I can hook up with your buddy I ain't got time to pretend I'm tryna get me some cuddy And I ain’t really tryna be friends I'd rather get to the money (Ayy, ayy) You don't love me, don't tell me you love me (Ayy) 'Cause I can go fuck on your friend I can hook up with your buddy (Ayy) I ain't got time to pretend I'm tryna get me some cuddy (Ayy) And I ain’t really tryna be friends I'd rather get to the money [Verse 2] What she do? She tryna freak on the low low She tryna cheat on her boyfriend He keep on blowing her phone up Press the red button, ignore him (Aha) I got the bags of the low in (Ah) I got the bags of the O in (Ah) That's a good number, don't be cheap (Cheap) If you buy more than ten, it's gon' decrease We selling gas like we BP (BP) Watch how you creep when you see me (See) We on the screens of they TV (TV) Bad bitches download my CD (C) Sucks for you, you ain't believe me You took the boy for a joke I held it down, I had hope I was down, I was broke They wanted my heart and my soul I stay on my grind and I grow Got this K and this nine, I'ma blow I ain't wastin' no time on a ho, so bitch [Chorus] You don't love me, don't tell me you love me 'Cause I can go fuck on your friend I can hook up with your buddy I ain't got time to pretend I'm tryna get me some cuddy And I ain’t really tryna be friends I'd rather get to the money (Ayy, ayy) You don't love me, don't tell me you love me (Ah) 'Cause I can go fuck on your friend (Ayy) I can hook up with your buddy (Ah) I ain't got time to pretend (Tend) I'm tryna get me some cuddy (Ayy) And I ain’t really tryna be friends (Friends) I'd rather get to the money (Bitch)