Luv Me Mo

Fuck a beat, I was tryna get a bag
Selling bags, out my bag, all man
All yeah, fire bricks on deck
Da dope man make da bitches panties wet, ugh
And ain’t none of them niggas fucking wit me
Bitch I’m nasty like ketchup in tea, yeah
I fuck you good, good sex on repeat, ugh
I sweat that out, yeah ya hair was on fleek, yeah
I get the money, I be running up G’s, yeah
Dirty jeans, but they look so clean
Pray to God I don’t get pulled by the law
Cause they gonna find all this raw, yeah
Big bag going straight to the lawyers
Then I get it right back from a order, ugh
Yeah the pack in, would look at that, ugh
Yeah she love me more when I blow a bag, yeah
She love me more when I blow a bag
She call me daddy, but I ain’t her dad
Yeah I piss her off, yeah I make her mad
If I cut her off that’ll make her sad, yeah
She love me more when I blow a bag
She love me more when I blow a bag
She call me daddy, but I ain’t her dad
She love me more when I blow a bag, yeah
She love me more when I blow a
She love me more when I blow a bag
She call me daddy, but I ain’t her, yeah
She call me daddy, but I ain’t her dad
Cut her off
Cut her off that’ll make her sad