Fckluv

I just want the money

Fuck the love

I just want the money

Fuck the love

I just want the ooo

All the mother fucking money

Now you're touching on my body 'cause you know just how I feel

Cannot talk about it. If we do, then it be real

I got liquor in my system boy I tend to go and spill

Thin line little baby between fantasy and real

Your body language be telling me you're comfortable

Body language be telling me its personal

Body language be telling me you 'bout to fall in love

And I

No, will not call you when I go

One night here and then I hit the road

I'll kiss you quick before I hit the streets

You pray the Lord, my soul, he do go keep

He said girl, do you love me, I shrug

I really wish that I could

I gotta do what I can, do what I want

Make sure my mama stay good

I've been drowning on my thoughts

All of my thoughts with patron and a wood

Only do it for the cheddar

Cheddar

I just want the money

Fuck the love

I just want the money

Fuck the love

Oooo

Where's my mother fucking money

I swear

Now you're touching on my body because you know just how I feel

And we cannot talk about it

If we do that to be real

If we do then it be real

If we do then it be real

If we do then it be real

I'm addicted, pop a pill

I would write you in my will

If I had that type of will

Picking flowers, picking roses

I don't love ya, I don't know ya

Baby I don't want no work in

Baby I don't want no loving

Baby I just want a birkin

You think I'm bad better in person

I don't know

I don't know