Ciara

Lyrics

[Intro] All I need is love With there with the fiends Standin' out there with the fiends Mackned [Verse 1] Yea life is a game to me baby I'm the shot meter All I do is catch green, and splash it with the team We be clashing with the opps we be trapping out to fiends Baby I just want the face like I'm unlocking your screen IPod, block the business We'll buy that nigga business Then we'll throw our dogs some business I been working on my fitness Only trainers that I got, are Lager's and Givenchy's Yea I'm on my way up, likе zippers on Giuseppe's [Chorus] Hood blowing up my phonе, who got smoke? Camel Crush Hope it wasn't none of us, I got a future you got rust Yea I barely got time to fuck, he a pussy he a schmuck Looking back at situation she ain't wanna leave me You a pedo with your money, bank account is teeny I be dripped up in my coffin like a bitch spilling martini's And I ain't even close to finished yea Hit it from the back and I ain't even close to finishing yea [Verse 2] We look like terrorists go and check CNN, yea I'm from the west and my bitches in Vivienne Cook up in the lab I feel like Bill Nye, yea I need my bread I'm talking wheat or rye, yea I heard yo bitch is smoking yo weed supply, yea My niggas blazing all day like a Cali fire We talking bodies not no sex you can get outlined White, black, mixing Asian hoes I'm colorblind Ooh, I think she catfished me, ooh I looked at her I'm like never mind [Chorus] Hood blowing up my phone, who got smoke? Camel Crush Hope it wasn't none of us, I got a future you got rust Yea I barely got time to fuck, he a pussy he a schmuck Looking back at situation she ain't wanna leave me You a pedo with your money, bank account is teeny I be dripped up in my coffin like a bitch spilling martini's And I ain't even close to finished yea Hit it from the back and I ain't even close to finishing yea