Love It

Ok Verse 1: Los Ok now this one from the bottom I need no top on my Bentley And no tops on these bitches they give more top evidently I'm not the type of nigga to put dames over my scrilla I'm tryin' to get this change and fly a plane over my villa Illa', fresha', cooler, smoother, doper, chilla' Is everything that I am and you mad cause you "no familia" And boy I'm out that jungle with them lions tigers bizz-ears No lyin' when I'm flyin' I want my entire clique there Would you like to let your hizz-air, down and enjoy some champagne Majuana? Patron and Ciroc don't stizz-op so do your damn thing Hey, anywho, hit me with your Jimmy Choo If anything shorty we can get you any shoe Yea you hella bad and your friend she can get it too We can sip a few, tell a nigga what you finna do I'm dippin' through with my roof way back Swag high like a nigga with a new Maybach We can ride this bitch till the wheels fall off or the freeway crack I'm a G laid black True G shit girl ... spent two G's on Gucci shit Swagged up from the hat to the kicks My G I really do this shit Chorus: Los Oh yes all my diamonds sexist, so don't no nigga touch it And bitch don't watch my Rose, cause those ain't in your budget Now shorty bust it open, like she want me to fuck it And all these niggas hate it, but all these bitches love it All these bitches love it I said all these bitches love it And you don't have to like it, but you know how I does it So love it, love it, love it Interlude: You know she like the boys that hold the block down, creamed up Something outside with the top down, gleamed up OG Kush by the pound when we lean up And all these bitches love it (all these) all these bitches love it Verse 2: Los Oh yea all them niggas hate it, but all them niggas dated And by that I mean outdated, I got all them niggas faded Like a barber, I will son you, but you act more like a daughter Bitch I'm farther, just so far that I recorded this tomorrow Just don't bother boy it's hopeless, I know I'm the dopest Ever seen a swag so potent you could roll it up and smoke it Chokin' on your hatred, we joke you for that fake shit I almost owe my fame to those that don't want Los to make it Nigga I'm the one, can't a motherfucker test 'em If I stood next to myself it would make the number eleven If I'm standing next to you then that would make the number ten While I take this number two, my nigga thank you come again Chorus x2: Oh yes all my diamonds sexist, so don't no nigga touch it And bitch don't watch my Rose, cause those ain't in your budget Now shorty bust it open, like she want me to fuck it And all these niggas hate it, but all these bitches love it All these bitches love it I said all these bitches love it All these bitches love it Yea man all these bitches love it And you don't have to like it, but you know how I does it So love it, love it, love it