Hold me

I love that shit I like just when she hold me

And that's my bitch I swear she do not owe me (she don't)

She say that she lonely

And that she need some love, someone to hold me

Tell me if you got a friend I'll bring the homie

Addicted to your love shit, I might OD

Addicted to your love

We fell in love off that cup of Patron

Call up my phone, after you make it home

I lay her down, she get fucked to this song

And y'all **** Y'all don't know me

On some real shit, I'm bad to the bone

And I'm steady just fucking your hoe

Spent a half a million on some clothes

And that **** gotta show me

Say he hard and he ride with the pole

**** lying, just look at his nose

Pinocchio Pinocchio

Triple double feel like brodie

I got ten bitches and ten switches I got ten rickies, they cost ten billies

I'm the richest **** in the fucking city

And I like bad bitches, that's facts

I like fast cars and them scats And I hate snitch **** and a rat

I like bankroll, and a skank hoe who gon' eat it up for my nut

Like your vibe too, you can slide too If it's cool to call you my slut

When she throw it back man I think that I love her

And she a freak, we don't fuck under covers

I like the private shit, so if you see me out and public, don't step in my bubble

Just hop in that ride, lil' bitch, like Bonnie and Clyde I'ma drill on some shit with my lover

And I like your vibe, lil' bitch do you wanna be in my life? you don't need a rebuttal

She say that she lonely And that she need some love, someone to hold me

Tell me if you got a friend, I'll bring the homie

Addicted to your love shit, I might OD

Addicted to your love

My bitch, she the one, she a great time Heard your bitch, she was lame through the grapevine

Yeah a **** rich, but I'm broke at the same time I ain't talkin' bread, bitch, I'm talkin' bout my damn mind

Up there flyin' high where the birds at

In the studio, that's how I get my words out

New racks, new whips, doin' burnouts Can't believe this is how my life turned out

Can't lie, I'm blessed While I rest, accountant countin' checks

Your bitch do the rest, she give me head And breakfast in the bed

You heard what I said, he seein' red Your bitch, yeah, that shit dead

And I ain't talkin' lead, when I say dead Just look at his bitch legs

(They shaking)

She say that she lonely And that she need some love, someone to hold me

Tell me if you got a friend, I'll bring the homie Addicted to your love shit, I might OD

Shit, I might OD, shit I might OD, shit I might OD, shit I might OD