Fell in Love Songtext
von Shoreline Mafia
Fell in Love Songtext
AceTheFace
I fell in love with the money, fell in love with the drugs
I fell in love with the drank, guess I′m stuck in the mud
She a freak and she know it, that bitch stuck in the club
If this rap don't work, I′m running off on the plug
I can't see you pussy niggas through these Cartis, ayy
We done brought the pistols in the party
We done brought the choppers like a Harley
I been eatin' steak and calamari
I been with these hoes in these hotels
Weighin′ up some molly on a dope scale
We don′t pour no fours, we need the whole seal
I don't trust these bitches ′cause they gon' tell
Tell my nigga Frankie bring the blues in
She gon′ pop a thirty, bring the mood in
I ain't trippin′ 'bout no niggas, I be coolin'
Glock on my hip, leave the toughest nigga droolin′
I fell in love with the drugs
I fell in love with the plug
I fell in love with the mud
I put a bitch in some Fendi, make her beg for me
She ain′t got a thing except some head for me
I don't fuck with other niggas ′less it's bread for me
Play with us, we gon′ give your ass a dead homie
I take her home, beat her down, make her spread for me
And she supposed to be your bitch, nigga
I don't diss niggas, I′m a rich nigga
But you the type to go and cry about a bitch, nigga
Go ahead and touch me, that's a bad move
We'll go and shoot your partner out his tattoos
Spent eight bands on the ′fit like it′s regular
The only thing I got is money on my schedule
I'ma turn a broke bitch to a rich bitch
I′ma turn a college girl to a freak ho
I get money even when I'm in my sleep, nigga
Cross that line, I′ma shoot it like a free throw
I fell in love with the drugs
I fell in love with the plug
I fell in love with the mud
I fell in love with the money, fell in love with the drugs
I fell in love with the drank, guess I′m stuck in the mud
She a freak and she know it, that bitch stuck in the club
If this rap don't work, I′m running off on the plug
I can't see you pussy niggas through these Cartis, ayy
We done brought the pistols in the party
We done brought the choppers like a Harley
I been eatin' steak and calamari
I been with these hoes in these hotels
Weighin′ up some molly on a dope scale
We don′t pour no fours, we need the whole seal
I don't trust these bitches ′cause they gon' tell
Tell my nigga Frankie bring the blues in
She gon′ pop a thirty, bring the mood in
I ain't trippin′ 'bout no niggas, I be coolin'
Glock on my hip, leave the toughest nigga droolin′
I fell in love with the drugs
I fell in love with the plug
I fell in love with the mud
I put a bitch in some Fendi, make her beg for me
She ain′t got a thing except some head for me
I don't fuck with other niggas ′less it's bread for me
Play with us, we gon′ give your ass a dead homie
I take her home, beat her down, make her spread for me
And she supposed to be your bitch, nigga
I don't diss niggas, I′m a rich nigga
But you the type to go and cry about a bitch, nigga
Go ahead and touch me, that's a bad move
We'll go and shoot your partner out his tattoos
Spent eight bands on the ′fit like it′s regular
The only thing I got is money on my schedule
I'ma turn a broke bitch to a rich bitch
I′ma turn a college girl to a freak ho
I get money even when I'm in my sleep, nigga
Cross that line, I′ma shoot it like a free throw
I fell in love with the drugs
I fell in love with the plug
I fell in love with the mud
Writer(s): Angelo Johnson, Fenix Rypinski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com