Drug Love lyrics

[Intro]
She told me (101beats)
Way too many hours, I get lonely
Every time I see you, I get cold feet
I don't wanna feel like I'm a trophy for you
You don't have to show me off
I'm sick of always callin', callin'
You don't have to show me love
If you won't be there in the mornin', mornin'
I keep fallin'
I keep fallin'
Know that I keep fallin'
Said I keep fallin'
Okay

[Chorus]
You don't have to show me love (No)
I've been startin' to think that I work better off these drugs
Baby, if you leave, I probably won't even give a f*ck
Only thing I need in this life is probably dubs
sh*t, maybe a hug
I be with the gang
b*tch, my billies quick to take a n*gga brain
Ayy, swear to God, give him one, he pull out, let it bang
I'm a money bender, you can call a n*gga Aang
n*gga say I can't
[Verse]
Ain't too much I can't do, money make moves
Type of b*tch you see on Shade Room in my bedroom
I don't do much for the media, I feel like I made it out
She the type of b*tch gon' eat it up and then I kick her out
See, I just want that f*ckin' double-R, pull up like Richie Rich
If I put your b*tch in double-R, don't throw no hissy fits
And, bro, don't mention me, that sh*t is odd, you know I'm f*ckin' lit
b*tch, I'm bound to get that Audemars, put dancers on my wrist
I've been thinkin' 'bout it
Don't need no cancer in this b*tch, you got gas, then light it
Won't even answer on some sh*t, it ain't 'bout green, decline it
If she for me, recline it, I just need better weed
n*gga, stop f*ckin' with that hard, that sh*t amphetamine

[Interlude]
She told me
Way too many hours, I get lonely
Every time I see you, I get cold feet
I don't wanna feel like I'm a trophy for you
You don't have to show me off
I'm sick of always callin', callin'
You don't need to show me love
If you won't be there in the mornin', mornin'
I've been fallin'
[Chorus]
You don't have to show me love (No)
I've been startin' to think that I work better off these drugs
Baby, if you leave, I probably won't even give a f*ck
Only thing I need in this life is probably dubs
sh*t, maybe a hug
I be with the gang
b*tch, my billies quick to take a n*gga brain
Ayy, swear to God, give him one, he pull out, let it bang
I'm a money bender, you can call a n*gga Aang
n*gga say I can't, hold on

[Outro]
Ain't too much I can't do, money make moves
Type of b*tch you see on Shade Room in my bedroom
I don't do much for the media, I feel like I made it out
She the type of b*tch gon' eat it up and then I kick her out