Lové (feat. Glk)

[GLK]
She told you she loved you, you didn’t believe her
That she only felt good in your arms
But you just wanted her in your sheets
She’d set up dates, but you wouldn’t show
She wanted to be your wife, but you didn’t want that
But in a few months, you’ll regret it

She told you, you’re ditching me for another one of your flings
You see her as just a hookup, you don’t want to build a life with her
Drawn to a temptress, you see her as a goddess
You still don’t realize you picked the wrong one
But you know everything has a price, when you see her with someone else, it’ll be too late
You’ll be kicking yourself when you realize it’s too late

I’m going back to make my money
They told me it’s too late, I’m just a bastard
I’m going back to make my money
And for you, I can’t leave the hood even though I know you’d kill for me
Every day I hear all these voices in
My head, money’s making me blind, I don’t know who you are anymore
I’m going back to make my money

[Soolking]
She rests her head on my shoulder, she sighs
She’s not at ease, she knows I’m gonna run
Money on my mind, I want to be rich
I don’t know where I stand
You follow me, I run from you
I stay alone, that’s normal
Love won’t fill my plate
Been solo since I was a kid
I only count on my balls to make my cash
When you’re down, people kick you
I get back up, I bear the weight of my wrongs
Baby, you gotta understand
It’s the struggle that drives me to act
I’m the actor of my own future
Forgive me, I put you in the back

[GLK]
I’m going back to make my money
They told me it’s too late, I’m just a bastard
I’m going back to make my money
And for you, I can’t leave the hood even though I know you’d kill for me
Every day I hear all these voices in
My head, money’s making me blind, I don’t know who you are anymore
I’m going back to make my money

[Soolking]
You know me, my love
Your love is precious to me, but not more than my hustle
Your love is precious to me, but not more than my hustle
Your love is precious to me, but not more than my hustle
Your love is precious to me, but not more than my hustle

[GLK]
I’m going back to make my money
They told me it’s too late, I’m just a bastard
I’m going back to make my money
And for you, I can’t leave the hood even though I know you’d kill for me
Every day I hear all these voices in
My head, money’s making me blind, I don’t know who you are anymore
I’m going back to make my money

I’m going back to make my money
I’m going back to make my money
I’m going back to make my money
I’m going back to make my money