emotions V1 lyrics

[Intro]
(I don't love you anymore)

[Chorus]
Yea, I got more b*tches, more hoes
I got, more money, more dough
I got, more knowledge, more clothes
I got, b*tches calling they at the door
I got, label’s calling, more doors open
Yea I might leave your hoe soaking
First year, I got no opponents
In this coupe, I don't know where we going
Got your b*tch, I don't need no emotions

[Verse]
Yea, and your b*tch showing me no emotions
Told my hoes, we don’t need no emotions
She like me cause I have the e-motion
I feel like you gon be on your own sh*t
When you leave i'll be on my lone sh*t
On your knee's, I don't do emotions
On the lean, pour up my emotion's
Police like what you on? what's inside that double cup
I can't give a f*ck what you on, no you cannot f*ck with us
f*ck that b*tch, I got a new one
Yea that light hoe, she want nun
In this rift, we got a few girls, but it's only two of us
And this South Atlanta, my bro rock that bloody bandanna
My hoe in the north, I can’t stand her
My diamonds they hit, got no manner’s
I'm the ruler, no BK Santana
And I ain’t faking sh*t for instagram, yea give a f*ck 'bout a handle
And imma pass that b*tch right to my mans, I got more, you can have her
They doing everything I did last year, and they still tryna catch up
Im in first class, tryna blow that cash yea
All this sh*t do not matter
Im living life fast like im in the past, I hope karma don't catch up
[Chorus]
I got more b*tches, more hoes
I got, more money, more dough
I got, more knowledge, more clothes
I got, your hoe calling she at the door
I got, label's calling, more doors open
And I just left your hoe soaking
In first year I got no opponents
In this coupe, I don’t know where we goin
Im just focused on me, and I'm zoned in