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How You Love Dat
Jim Jones
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Yeah, how you love that?
How you love that?
Okay, uh, I think you might
How you love that?
Look
My type pull up in Ferraris
Ghetto bitch, pop out in Cartier
If he ain't 'bout Benjis and that profit, he can't party here
I fuck with this Eskimo, if he ain't spendin', I can't hardly hear
I made hella hoes drop a tear
Oh, he upgraded for me, bitch, you got them leftovers, I'm sorry, dear
It's B.A.P. Big Fat, uh
You might get a country girl just bust out on them racks
When them checks come in, I clap it up, clap-clap, that Big Fat
I'm pullin' strings in these hoes'
Raps, bitch, I'm a boss, the pockets fat
That's how I act up, bitch, that there my attitude
Your man see somethin' better in me, tell me why you mad at dude
He pickin' up what I put down, I turn up, bitch, I act a fool
Difference between me, what I ask for, I ask back in full
What I sneak on, bitch, I back it up, back, back it up
Every price I buy, bitch, I feel like God, I'm taxin' up
I got that boy sprung, I can triple what I'm askin' for
He pass it to the homies 'cause he told
Me he gon' stack enough, lil' bitch
Uh-uh, how you love that? Huh, how you love that?
Crash dummies, they gulagin', niggas dyin' for kills
Diamond clarity, solitaire, what you call that?
Baddie ridin' passenger, her ass is where the stars at
Swear I feel like '98 Juvie, turn shit four hundred degrees
I keep my man on the toes, them other hoes on they knees
How you love that? Huh, how you love that?
Richie Rich, six figures, how you love that?
Uh, lil' mama, I give you a run for your money (You ready?)
We go out, I grab your purse, I put
My gun by your money (You got that?)
You better chill, it feel like I got my gun in your tummy (Woo)
Lose the roof on the coupe and get some sun when it's sunny (Skrrt)
Little bit older, you know age is just a number (Count up)
My bank account so grown, it's hard to gauge all the numbers
Been gettin' rich for twenty years
I done played too many summers (Facts)
When these young niggas slip, they gon'
Get sprayed by the drummers (Grrt)
Not much to tell you, I could just YSL you (Yeah)
How I been gettin' the bag is what I
Just tried to sell you (You could hear)
I'm a nigga from the streets, I had them
Bricks that I could sell you (Facts)
All my niggas in the street, they had them
Bitches that done fell through (Gone)
You want a Birkin, well, what your bank
Account like? (What it look like?)
How you in the back like that and you know your bank account like?
You, you little bitches ain't gotta bop like Pap (Woah)
Hoppin' out in all that Chanel in a droptop like that, yeah
Uh-uh, how you love that? Huh, how you love that?
Crash dummies, they gulagin', niggas dyin' for kills
Diamond clarity, solitaire, what you call that?
Baddie ridin' passenger, her ass is where the stars at
Swear I feel like '98 Juvie, turn shit four hundred degrees
I keep my man on the toes, them other hoes on they knees
How you love that? Huh, how you love that?
Richie Rich, six figures, how you love that? (Yellow)
How you love that? Rollie, had to flood that
If I see a opp, I leave him wet, give him a bloodbath
Came right out the slum, right out the trenches where the mud at
Steppin' on they necks, applyin' pressure, where the rug at?
Like, where the weed be? Diamonds drip like Fiji
I don't fuck with niggas who be broke and always need me
Said I want a Birkin, wanna eat, like, can you feed me?
Put it on your head just like a beanie, buy me the latest Yeezys
Buy me a couple fronts even though I don't want you
Never was with the cuffin', or frontin', I'm from the jungle
Like, where the drugs at? Where the plug at?
If that nigga ain't no ho, then he dumb, yeah
Uh-uh, how you love that? Huh, how you love that?
Crash dummies, they gulagin', niggas dyin' for kills
Diamond clarity, solitaire, what you call that?
Baddie ridin' passenger, her ass is where the stars at
Swear I feel like '98 Juvie, turn shit four hundred degrees
I keep my man on the toes, them other hoes on they knees
How you love that? Huh, how you love that?
Richie Rich, six figures, how you love that?
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