High Off Luv

I got racks in my pocket, I'ma put it in a safe

Gave you everything I had, and you threw it all away

You put a knife in my back, stabbed me with a razor blade

I'm high off drugs, high off love, and I did it just because

In the back of the coupe, smoking marijuana

This bitch tryna lock me down, told her I don't wanna

I'ma go and grab the chopper, shoot it with my partner

Build my wealth up, then I hand it to my son or daughter

Pull up, get busy, count my bucks im tryna run a milli aye in my truck Give a signal, they run up

If it's a problem, then all of my niggas gon' handle it