Valentine's Day Lyrics

Yeah, baby, you know that the love we got is real

If a nigga play with you, he goin' 6 feet under

Yeah, I kill, you a real one, you ain't gon' squeal

Ten toes down, handle the biz

Can't wait to get home from the road, lay down in the bed and make some kids

Rick down on your feet, these ain't no Converse Chucks

We can be out to Milwaukee in the morning, court side, watchin Giannis and the Bucks

These hoes can't fuck with you, on your worst, they know how you give it up

Black ass nigga from Africa, but somehow you still make me blush

I told you I'll get you the world, but all you want is candy crush

I've been all around the globe, but you the only one I trust

Stayed down and counted a million, you told me that I would always make it

Ain't nobody else was there but you when I was serving them patients

When them niggas was playing it foul, I was the one who was calling it flagrant

You can kick your feet up real high now, baby, we finally made it

Back to back flights from Jamaica, you want your eyes done, get you some lasik

You want a wig done, Tae gon make it

Two Lamb trucks, yeah, we racing

When you call my phone, girl, you know I'm on the way

It's a different type of peace with you, I cannot give away

Hate to be away from you, but I gotta get this pape

Every day like Valentine's Day, 100K or Birkin bae

When you call my phone, girl, you know I'm on the way

It's a different type of peace with you, I cannot give away

Hate to be away from you, but I gotta get this pape

Every day like Valentine's Day, 100K or Birkin bae

Trap spots ain't the same on these late nights, girl, I'm trying to come home

You give it up way better then when the Falcons played at the Dome

In Miami, made them shut down the whole Chrome store

In my life lately, I've been passing hoes like Shedeur

My whole fit cost a ten, shit, maybe more

Rolls Royce umbrellas when the rain pours

I thumbs down all these bitches, I don't need no more

Super solid in the streets in bed, my favorite whore

Billionaire first lady down to the core

Me and you together got the opps super poor

Only 9-11 I know is the fucking Porsche

Back in when I park, it's a lot of horses

She a college girl, I pay someone to take her courses

Billionaire Lingo bitch, I'm way past the Forbes list

Your old nigga tweeting threats and really it's getting annoying

I'm the type to send a blitz, then go bet on the Hoyas

These niggas ain't had no motion since Cali Edd stop going

Put him on the grill, George Foreman, you know I smoked him