[Intro]

I love you for so many reasons

(Ooh, Stevo did this one)

I love you for so many reasons

[Verse 1]

Yeah, every diamond on me certified

Young rich nigga, I look like I'm servin’ pies

Can't even listen to you niggas, y'all be tellin’ lies

Could send 'em to your front door like it's [?][0:25]

Come get up with me, know what's up with me

Niggas all in they feelings, they can't fuck with me

Nigga, shoutout to my bitch 'cause she stuck with me

Back-to-back race in foreign coupes, threw a buck-fifty

Don't crash, nigga, never spend your last, nigga

I was down bad, on my ass, I ain't ask niggas

Now I’m past niggas, we ain’t еven in the same lеague

Bust down Cartis on my face causin' brain freeze

Fuck a main squeeze, I’m just tryna make cheese

They pay double outta town, so I can't leave

I get sixty for these blues, I can't take these

Presidential bust down Rollies, we got APs

[Chorus]

Yeah, lately I've been loadin’ hollows

Lately, I've been sippin' out the bottle

Told her if she suck, then she gon' swallow

See a group of bad bitches out and they gon' follow

Gettin' money, that's the motto

Yeah, lately I've been loadin' hollows

Lately, I've been sippin' out the bottle

Told her if she suck, then she gon' swallow

See a group of bad bitches out and they gon' follow

Gettin' money, that's the motto

[Verse 2]

Ayy, if you add the gang up, we worth a couple million

My new bitch black and white, but she look Brazilian

I need a crib with heated floors and a vaulted ceiling

I used to hustle on the green, tryna stack a million

Before you send it out the way, make sure you vacuum-seal it

Fuck a bottle, fuck a club, we could buy the building

I'm probably somewhere out the way with my bitch, chillin'

In New York countin' racks like I'm Ben Simmons

Big spendin', big cheese when it's big business

The pack sold 'fore it land, it's already finished

A million-dollar cash race, who gon' be the quickest?

Throw on the mask 'fore you spin and don't leave a witness

I fell in love with the streets, I can't leave the trenches

I heard he caught a face shot, he gon' need a dentist

I fell in love with the streets, I can't leave the trenches

I heard he caught a face shot, he gon' need a dentist

[Chorus]

Yeah, lately I've been loadin' hollows

Lately, I've been sippin' out the bottle

Told her if she suck, then she gon' swallow

See a group of bad bitches out and they gon' follow

Gettin' money, that's the motto

Yeah, lately I've been loadin' hollows

Lately, I've been sippin' out the bottle

Told her if she suck, then she gon' swallow

See a group of bad bitches out and they gon' follow

Gettin' money, that's the motto

[Outro]

I love you with the freshness of a spring day

And I—