WAHTSLOV lyrics

[Intro]
Yo n*gga Marcy Mane
Ya' know what I'm sayin', know what I'm sayin'?
Yuh, What's love
What's love, got to do with this? (Wake up, F1lthy)

[Verse 1]
In my phone, singin' on the dresser
Vibratin' [?], I cannot be with this sh*t
I wake up, check my text message
It's the bill collecter talkin' 'bout "You gotta pay me b*tch"
I'm like "what's love, got to do with this?"
I wake up, put on a fresh ass fit
I'm smokin' piff, smokin piff, I got them black ass lips
Brown [?], Brown b*tch, my b*tch bad as sh*t

[Verse 2]
What's love got to do with this? Everything
Icy chain, ice in my teeth I shine like f*cking everyday
Marcy off the brain, don't give no f*cks, so middle finger to yo head
Choppa' on my left, my di*k in my middle and I'm 'bout to put it in that b*tch
So, what's love, what's love got to do with this?
'bout to f*cking jugg, with my n*gga now he countin' sh*t
Gucci f*ckin' chips, pull up in that f*ckin' Gucci whip
Gucci house, everything, you on that polo sh*t
[Verse 3]
I'm f*cking fly, and you still f*ckin' polo b*tch
And I'm f*cking high, and you sittin' real low, low b*tch
What's love got to do with this?
Everything love make the world go 'round
Make me f*ckin' sing to the bad b*tch, that I got
She don't think I f*ckin' love her and I don't even know why
Every f*cking mornin' I just, just look at her
I blow my piff, blow my piff, then I pass it to her
You know, love got to do with this
Love I got to deal with this, bullsh*t everyday
Tryna f*ckin' count my chips, tryna count my chips
I do it for the love, stupid lil b*tch

[Outro]
What's love, what's love
What's love, got to do with this?
What's love, what's love
What's love, got to do with this?
Everything