Love Me ft. Yaro ABF Lyrics

All I wanna do is Count the millions

With my niggas

Make sure that my momma

And grandmama em be chillin'

This bottle that i'm sipping

Got the answers at the bottom

Ima sip it til I just can't feel my body

I'm going

Way up up up up up up

To a place where you can't find me

I'm tryna stay up up up up up up

I been drowsy off the codeine

That Bentley coupe got my name on it

Mark my words

I'm coppin' it

Pull it off the lot and watch me

Stunt and flex on everybody

Hold on nuts on everybody

Fuck them bitches

They all doubted me

Ion do apologies

I just rock them double C's

Used to stay up real late

Wondering when am I going to win

How much money ima spend today

We ballin' out the gym

Nothing basic on my plate

Give me that five star pepper steak

Floating on every beat that I'm on

Chris Angel leviate

This shit feel like therapy

Never trigged, Let em hate

I think we can all agree

Real is real, but fake is fake

Only real niggas can relate

Look in my eyes

I ain't afraid

Stunning is a habit

Know I do this shit so gracefully

All I wanna do is Count the millions

With my niggas

Make sure that my momma

And grandmama em be chillin'

This bottle that i'm sipping

Got the answers at the bottom

Ima sip it til I just can't feel my body

I'm going

Way up up up up up up

To a place where you can't find me

I'm tryna stay up up up up up up

I been drowsy off the codeine

Take a trip down memory lane

When these bitches ain't pay me no attention

When I was struggling and hungry

I worked hard for everything I ever got

So tell me if I be wrong if I didn't give her nothing

Wanted to give up so many time, I promise

Kept my head high, too many people depend on me

Fall asleep broke, woke up in designer garment

Chinchila coat, with the Gucci slides to match it

Stayed to myself and everything I do original

Asking way to many question this is not an interview

Like where you been, and who you fucking

Mind ya business, why you tripping

I think we should take an intermission from this interlude

Never leave the one who held you down

For a pigeon coup

Reaching for a different type of sound

Different pinnacle

Ion got time to hang around like a clothes hanger

Money don't mean everything

But I don't wanna go without it