Fell In Love Lyrics

I fell in love wit the gas, and the money

And you fell in love wit the bitches

You want the fame and attention, that’s pigeon shit

I want the 50s and benjis

These niggas dubs, they don’t get no love

So they started hatin, they vicious

Snakes in the grass, hissin

I’m in the field tryin kill em

I fell in love, that money it got my attention

I don’t do the clubs, get fly just to count up the chicken

And she wanna thug, so now she be all in my mentions

I just wanna fuck, I gotta get back to the mission

Smoking the gas

Counting the cash

Stackin it fast, yea yea

Play wit the fam, Im smoking your ass

Just like gas, yea yea

You ain’t my man, bitch you a fan

Ain’t gimme no hand, yea yea

Tryin run up them bands, get me some land

Get me a lamb, yea yea

I love them 10s 20s 50s and 100s

And i be laughin to the bank, these niggas broke it’s too funny

I need them 10s 20s 50s and 100s, when my life ends, up in heaven

I’m be gettin some money

I fell in love wit the gas, and the money

And you fell in love wit the bitches

You want the fame and attention, that’s pigeon shit

I want the 50s and benjis

These niggas dubs, they don’t get no love

So they started hatin, they vicious

Snakes in the grass, hissin

I’m in the field tryin kill em

Been thinkin bout killin, a nigga

Fuck how you feelin, my nigga

Niggas is junkies, I’m dealing

I'm making a killin my nigga

On god i am realer than niggas

I hear the talkin, the dissin

They goin end up missin

If i go gorilla on niggas

Fuck goin to get it, I got it

It fit in my pocket

And it put a split in your fitted

And if you want the smoke, then I’m wit it

Lifted I’m stuck to the ceiling

Pray every night for a million

Pray every night for my children

Cuz they won’t grow up how I’m living

You want the smoke and I'm wit it

Lifted I’m stuck to the ceiling

Pray every night for a million

Pray every night for my children

Cuz they won’t grow up how I’m living

I fell in love wit the gas, and the money

And you fell in love wit the bitches

You want the fame and attention, that’s pigeon shit

I want the 50s and benjis

These niggas dubs, they don’t get no love

So they started hatin, they vicious

Snakes in the grass, hissin

I’m in the field tryin kill em