Love You/How I'm On It

Part 1: "Love You"[Hook] I just wanna love her, She won't let me love her Too busy being a bitch, too busy being in my shit My name buzzin' these bitches fuckin' I'm being rich I just wanna love her, She won't let me love her Too busy being a bitch, too busy being in my shit My name buzzin' these bitches fuckin' I'm being rich [Verse 1] Yapping in my ear though About the rumors that you hear so These bitches love the kid though Bitches fuckin' I don't give her dough I'm that nigga in a major way I'm from Brooklyn they say I'm the new Biggie or Jay All my Cubans about a Kilo in weight I'm boomin' all these niggas that hate Girl you fuckin' up your whole mind Bringing chicks up from my old time If you with me be happy I'm a gold mine I'm still spending dough from 09' [Hook] [Verse 2] I just get some jo-jo, I'm in love with her toto No evidence or photos, silent on secrets so you won't know From the back like the po-po, when you open up your 4 door You know that we violent, they approach slow When I kill you its over, got my hat low I escape just through the game Can't escape putting you through the pain All this cake man I'm doing my thing Bitch I'm straight all you do is complain [Hook] Part 2: "How I'm On It"[Hook] You don't understand the type of shit I'm on Cause all you niggas weak and I'm just hitting it strong The say I'm slightly off but my pistols be on I'm on it that's how I'm on it everyday You don't understand the type of shit I'm on Cause if I fuck your bitch I guarantee you she gone She ain't fake or [?] I put that bitch in a song I'm on it that's how I'm on it everyday [Verse 1] Getting this dough, fuckin' these hoes nigga I do what I say Semi-Autos, hollow tips loaded nigga we filled to the head Heat on my foes, creep on the low love when I see them for days We don't love hoes, we just get chose do you see me shaking my head? The hat by Gucci, the shoes by Gucci The backpack Louie and the cash stacks doofy That's that stupid bread, I get stupid bread Keep looking for proof he said, my coupe is red we rolling [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm dope like Anita, probably more lethal You're fraud and you're see through, no we don't believe you Pushing you [?] like the movie star actor You look at me greasy and you know I'm about action The lights, the cameras shining all on my jewels She light, she Spanish bitch in her mood And she ain't never fucked no nigga in Versace socks Made my way up out the pot, Cartier all on her watch [Hook]