I Love

Lyrics

[Chorus: B. Ceezy] I love hitting the mall, I love popping tags I love bad bitches, I love riding fast I love automatics, I love getting cash If a nigga disrespect, this is where he get it at I love hitting the mall, I love popping tags I love bad bitches, I love riding fast I love automatics, I love getting cash If a nigga disespect, this is where he get it at [Verse 1: B. Ceezy] I love getting money, I love rocking shows I love seeing stacks, I love counting bankrolls I love bad bitches, I love pimping hoes Stay fresh, stay fly, man, that's all a nigga know I love blowing loud, all I blow is dro And I love with my outfit, call it stack 'em more Mission long when they see me 'cause they know it's going down I love when my car be sitting high up off the ground I love when I shine, I love when they hate I love when I stunt to look up at these niggas' face And they [?] when they see me 'cause they know I'm throwing stacks Got no love for no hater if he try me for some racks And I'm from the south side, ask about me in my city I run like [?], some niggas ain't fucking with it Hitsquad Taliban, I'm out here, squad up Better put your gun up, y'all niggas can't dodge us like... [Chorus: B. Ceezy] I love hitting the mall, I love popping tags I love bad bitches, I love riding fast I love automatics, I love getting cash If a nigga disrespect, this is where he get it at I love hitting the mall, I love popping tags I love bad bitches, I love riding fast I love automatics, I love getting cash If a nigga disespect, this is where he get it at [Verse 2: Slim Dunkin] I'm 6'8, so you know I had to ride tall Couldn't hoop, paint the whip orange like a basketball Then ride with me, gotta fuck with me the long way If I don't like you, I might slap you, catch me on the wrong day They looking for me, shit, tell them that the wait is over I'm sitting tall like I'm riding Yao Ming's shoulders They say I'm hot, I'm on fire like a matchbox I mean to bang my screen, lifting up like a laptop [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] Thirty-six O's, talking a thousand-eight grams If he try to rob for that, paralyze him like he's Superman Three dollar Supermans got my trap booming I'm the nigga, I'm the man, call me Waka Flocka, man Pistol grip chopper, man, yeah, chop a man Spin him like a ceiling fan, shoot him like a cameraman Money to the ceiling, man, So Icey villain, man Itchy finger trigger, man, try me, I'ma kill a man [Chorus: B. Ceezy] I love hitting the mall, I love popping tags I love bad bitches, I love riding fast I love automatics, I love getting cash If a nigga disrespect, this is where he get it at I love hitting the mall, I love popping tags I love bad bitches, I love riding fast I love automatics, I love getting cash If a nigga disespect, this is where he get it at