Luv N Hip-Hop lyrics

[Intro: Finesse2Tymes]
Ay, I got you one, Junior
I got us one, man
Keep all that sh*t, too, f*ck it
(XO think he all that)

[Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes]
Her head was good (Good), her pus*y was good (Good), I came in five minutes (It was over)
Ain't f*ckin' for free (Nah), so I gave her a fee (A fee), went and bought her a 550 (That's a Benz)
I pull up in a 600 (That's a Maybach)
I pull off in a Bentayga (That's a Bentley)
I step out in Balenciaga (I was drippin')
Prices cheaper than Family Dollar (For the low low)
She callin' me foul (Foul), I'm f*ckin' her friend (Friend), she caught us in bed together (It was crazy)
I told 'em "Calm down" (Calm down), hit the blunt, and give me some head together (Two of 'em)
Ooh, shе got a foul mouth (She was nasty)
Hit the pus*y and fouled out (I was gonе)
I got the Nick Cannon on me right now and I'll wild out (I'll go foul)
We shoppin' at Tiffany's, faithfully (Bracelets)
These n*ggas ain't seeing me, basically (Face it)
I'm in her head, mentally (I got her)
She givin' me head, literally (I'm shiverin')
I'm big, financially, physically (Big player)
My jewelry water, slippery (Caution)
If shawty don't give me no head (No head), I'm leaving her in the past, history (It's over)
[Chorus: Finesse2Tymes]
She wanna love on a rapper (Huh)
What she think, this Love & Hip Hop? (I'on know)
She wanna go to the tip-top (Up there)
She like how my necklace drip-drop
What I look like, a come-up or some'? (Huh)
What you want, be my mama or some'? (Nah)
I'm countin' up some money or some' (A hundred or some')
I'm drippin' like Gunna or some' (Free Gunna or some')
Rain (Rain), pourin' (Storm)
Slicky (Slicked)
Right wrist (Right wrist), left wrist (Left wrist)
A hundred thou' each (Each)
Finesse (What) two of 'em (Two)
Too fed (Federal), for real (For real)
Three foreigns, two guns (Boom), one b*tch (One), no deal (None)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Yeah
I got four hoes
For real, no chill, I got four hoes (I got four)
For real, no chill, 'cause my bro gone (Yeah)
They all f*ckin' they friends on the low low
But I won't tell it (Like, shh)
There go Baby, n*gga, strapped up, right there, right now, everyday
Not a felon
What they say to me?
Name a n*gga that ever play with me that's not in heaven
She wanna love on a rap n*gga (Yeah)
A n*gga who got him some stain who done did something
Way before this was a trap, n*gga (Okay)
It is what it is, I'm just active (It is what it is)
I'ma f*ck on these hoes and get money and I ain't taking sh*t especially from no rap n*gga (Not from no)
Before all of this, my hoes told me I trap different (Okay)
b*tch, you gotta be crazy
She wanna love on a rapper (What the)
What you think, this Love & Hip Hop? (What you think)
I'm in this b*tch with a big Glock (With that mmm)
By myself with this big pretty wristwatch (Yeah)
Type to spit in her mouth when we lip lock (Yeah)
b*tch you know I'm nasty, b*tch don't be playin', grippin' her asscheeks
Pullin' her hair, she f*ck with that bag, she dig what I'm sayin'
[Chorus: Finesse2Tymes and DaBaby]
Now she wanna love on a rapper (Huh)
What she think, this Love & Hip Hop?
She wanna go to the tip-top (Up there)
She like how my necklace drip-drop
What I look like, a come-up or some'? (Huh)
What you want, be my mama or some'? (Nah)
I'm countin' up some money or some' (A hundred or some')
I'm drippin' like Gunna or some' (Free Gunna or some')
Rain (Rain), pourin' (Storm)
Slicky (Slicked)
Right wrist (Right wrist), left wrist (Left wrist)
A hundred thou' each (Each)
Finesse (What) two of 'em (Two)
Too fed (Federal), for real (For real)
Three foreigns, two guns (Boom), one b*tch (One), no deal (None)