Love Money

If you know I did it for you, why you ain't pay me back? (Why you ain't pay me back?) Why I gotta tell you I love you, so you can say it back? Let the people manipulate you and it made you crack Every time that you said you needed me, I gave you racks Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love, left with my money (ain't no love, left with my money, ain't no love, left with my money) I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior) I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (you know and I know, you know and I know) Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred (ride or diе through the trenches likе I live in the hood) I took them shackles off my wrist and then I made it ice (let's go) Same people crossed me, say they sorry, but they ain't even make it right I go to sleep with one eye of open, it's like a way of life 'Cause in them streets, you gotta keep it rollin' like we playin' dice (no crappin' out) Niggas can't figure me out, I be on everything You should see how it get in the house, it look like Medellin Gold chopper sit on the couch, smokin' on better things (brrt) They seen I had holes in my heart and they tried let it bleed Pastor sewed it up, I'm goin' up, now niggas texting me People that I grew up with and they switched couldn't even get next to me Do a favor for 'em, see if they real just like my specialty Knowin' I don't even need to pay back, shit like a test for me (shit like a test for me) Niggas testin' me (niggas testin' me) Knowin' they the one that I made specially (Know that) My mama crib like a million, my grandma crib like a buildin' I only put it on the 'Gram to give you the recipe Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on my money (ain't no love on my money, it's just blood on the money) I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior) I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (you know and I know, you know and I know) Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, Doiin' a hundred (ride or die, ride or die) Too much money comin' in, I don't even count it Maybach and the Cullinan, I don't even drive it None of y'all niggas can't tell me I ain't solid Assassination of my character 'cause I told you I ain't got it Took some millions and I buried in them in so long that I forget 'em Took my family and I carried us, brought us all up from the bottom How you gon' say that I forgot you? All them times I had to spot you The only thing is 'bout a bitch that I done hit or made swallow Know my dad died as a rival, but I'm still proud of my father So I put Prada on his baby mama And I had to tell my youngins in the trenches, "Don't you ever take no risks" You gon' spend it on designer (on designer) Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on this money (on this money) It's just blood left on this money, blood on these bitches Blood on the diamonds, blood on the back of the twenties Showed too much love, he got whacked in December Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love, left with my money (ain't no love, left with my money, ain't no love, left with my money) I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior) I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (you know and I know, you know and I know) Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred (ride or diе through the trenches likе I live in the hood)