Lovey Dovey lyrics

[Intro: YNW Bortlen]
(Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
Oh, oh
Shawty say she miss me, she know what I want

[Chorus: YNW Bortlen]
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and f*ck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
I'm all about this money and love can't fit in
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and f*ck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
I'm all about this money and love can't fit in

[Verse 1: YNW Bortlen]
It's all about the grind, feelings don't fit in
Shawty say she miss me, but I ain't tryna miss these bands
I don't want no kisses, bae, I'm tryna get my money up
Broken heart, no love, quick to cut a b*tch off
Pull up, wе get missing, we in the wind
On that good Hеn'
She talkin' 'bout all these hoes, I told her what's up
Groupie, you, girl, that's what come with
You see blue, yeah, that come with it
These hoes see somethin' wrong with it (Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
If you f*ck with me, gotta grind with me
You flake then you gotta go 'cause shawty 'bout to blow (Oh-oh)
[Chorus: YNW Bortlen]
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and f*ck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
I'm all about this money and love can't fit in
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and f*ck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
I'm all about this money and love can't fit in

[Verse 2: Toosii]
Rich in the meantime, I ain't mean nothin'
Drip you in Celine, now you Selena
You the baddest I done ever seen when I ain't seen you
Them other b*tches wanna be you
I'm clocked in, you know I'm ready to make the block spin
Convertible, don't know where the top is
And I can't remember the last time I ever heard the clock tick
This a Rolex, don't hear the clock tick, yeah
Boss b*tch, but you ain't mine (Yeah, Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
I can't be lovey-dovey, I'm tryna f*ck all the time, yeah
I tell the truth, yeah, you divine (You divine)
But sh*t, me too, I hit it good and then I lick on your spine
Ayy, I got my weight up
Now a n*gga only think 'bout paper
Yeah, it used to be me and you, uh
I was tryna ball like a Laker
From the 315 like Dion Waiters
You got a country accent, but you not from Decatur
You know what it is (Yeah, you know what it is)
Girl, what you need? 'Cause I'ma cater
[Outro: Toosii]
Ain't no lovey-dovey though
For real
Uh, girl, what you need? 'Cause I'ma cater