I Want the Love

I hate funerals, I love life. I hate when I see a whole bunch of people just crying in a funeral on some fake shit. They aint really love a nigga while they was there. See Im a different type of nigga, I wanna be honest with yall. I need the love now, if yall motherfuckers gonna be crying and playing thirty minute specials when Im gone (an hour special that Im gone) fuck that, love me while Im here. Love me while Im here, I had to tell a bitch
(I want the love)
Cause all I see is haters and this money got these niggas catchin verbals and I tell ya (I want the love)
Cause all I know is getting money, knockin at the door, Im like who is it? Bitch I tell ya
(I want the love)
Im a rich nigga I dont get mad, I just get paper (I dont)
I dont catch feelings I catch flights, thats brick paper (for what)
For one rider at Badboy, thats one side
These killers with me, dont fuck around they jump fast like off sides
Im bout to keep up on the billy, poppin these bottles and really
I know they gon hate when Im high, but when its all over they feel me
If you want your love when Im dead, you better off just tryna kill me
Cause Im gonna ball on you, and I aint talkin about you, I hate all yll niggas
Ten burgers for your man, ho I could buy that
Last week I made a hundred mill, you should try that
Im a real nigga, they all see it, cant hide that
Ill touch down in your city, fuck shit up, nigga then fly back
(I want the love)
Cause all I see is haters and this money got these niggas catchin verbals and I tell ya (I want the love)
Cause all I know is getting money, knockin at the door, Im like who is it? Bitch I tell ya
(I want the love)
Wanted the money, and wanted the love
Wanted them bitches that wanted the drugs
That wanted the molly and that wanted the weed
I walk in the building get love in the club
Love in the streets, bitch its Meek Milly
Them niggas was haters I love what they was
Cause all of that hating was my motivation
Now I got the paper and what whaty what?
It is what it is, look at me now
Living the life in the fucking EO
Niggas that hate me still come to my shows
Shawty aint ready to fuck up my wrist, give a fuck about gold
Straight to the money and back to the hood where they takin that money
We package the good and we break up that money
You act like you good better sell you some money, hater
(I want the love)
Cause all I see is haters and this money got these niggas catchin verbals and I tell ya (I want the love)
Cause all I know is getting money, knockin at the door, Im like who is it? Bitch I tell ya
(I want the love)