Gotta Love It

Lyrics

[Intro: Symba] Hitmaka Nah, for real, I ain't gon' be kadaby Right Now Sound Some shit you just can't tame A Bay nigga gon' be a Bay nigga Got it on Smash [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Symba] Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Not make it) Don't run, girl, can you take it? Put it in the air and say my name, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Girl, yeah, you gotta love it [Verse 1: Symba] My lil' baby, she got a lot, I got a little more Every time she hit she askin', "what this hittin' for?" (Ay) She want to come with me And do shit she ain't did before (Did before) She got a man, but that nigga just don't do it for her (Haha) She need somebody that's gon' bless her Not somebody that gon' stress her She know I be with the extras So I'm hittin' it on the dresser I want brain, she want the same thing We tutorin' together, after two or three lectures Put that pussy on a stretcher, I be [Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Symba] Lovin' your body to sleep, ah, yeah (Yeah) You doin' somethin' to me, ah, yeah (Yeah) Now, you keep me up on the way down (Way down) If it went bad, would you stay down? (Hey) [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Symba] Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Not make it, yeah) Don't run, girl, can you take it? (Hey, yeah) Put it in the air and say my name, yeah (Yeah) Girl, you gotta love it (Ay) Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Yeah, ooh, yeah) Don't run, girl, can you take it? (Ooh) Put it in the air and say my name, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Girl, you gotta love it [Verse 2: Symba & Ty Dolla $ign] And I'ma have them callin' me Mario, if the pussy good She hit the Hennessy with me, you know my baby hood (Ha) Take her out to Inglewood, put her in the Hills Put some red beneath her heels "Hold on, Symb, you gotta chill" I know that we for real, so I don't mind footin' the bill (Nah) You gotta understand that we ain't dealin' with no feels Eye to eye with you, no question, I ride with you Shit, when I'm with you side nigga, he ain't had no idea (Ay) [Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Symba] Lovin' your body to sleep, ah, yeah (Ay) You doin' somethin' to me, ah, yeah (Ay) Now, you keep me up on the way down If it went bad, would you stay down? [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Woah, yeah) Don't run, girl, can you take it? (Hey) Put it in the air and say my name, yeah (Yeah) Girl, you gotta love it Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Ooh, yeah) Don't run, girl, can you take it? (Ooh) Put it in the air and say my name, yeah (Ooh) Girl, you gotta love it [Outro: Symba & Ty Dolla $ign] I'm sittin' on the balcony, thinkin' 'bout a lot of shit Like back when you left me for school 'Cause you had a scholarship Shit fucked me up, I didn't want to acknowledge it So I threw free shows and drowned in my accomplisments I called you just to tell you she pregnant, you didn't like it You seen the baby shower invite and you got excited You triflin', how you tryna live through her? Lookin' at him like he could live through me You still tryna turn the sixth man to the MVP And wonder why you never get no ring Hotline don't bling, ain't shit to talk about And as quiet as kept, we better off without I got a son now, a nigga feedin' more than one now I can't play no games with you, certain shit just isn't fun now But it don't matter 'cause you still call me blocked You must like to waste your energy a lot But I ain't here for what you talkin' 'bout Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it That's what you used to tell me You would say I'd never get to where I want to be But look where I am today Girl, you gotta love it Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it He left you for dealin' with me, but When I'm with you side nigga, he ain't had no idea, yeah Girl, you gotta love it Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it Girl, you gotta love it Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it We made it, bitch, we made it Girl, you gotta love it