i don't love you - john x smith lyrics
[chorus]
i don’t love you i’m faking
pray to god i’m like amen (yeah)
all these b-tches the stay up on me
but it’s all for the money (yeah)
i don’t ask for no digits
but when they seein’ my rari
they be throwing themselves all on me
but it’s all for the money
[verse 1]
i sip on whatever in the booth though
pour shit in the cut wearing polo
i’m all about the ring man call me frodo
ball on the low low i ain’t never solo (that hard stuff, that hard stuff)
(ball on the low low i ain’t never solo)
i sip up on a 4 , sloth i’m moving slow
and i sold out every show
i got kendall jenner hoes
but she just want that money for them bags and clothes
and i just, want money for more bagging hoes yeah
[chorus]
i don’t love you i’m faking
pray to god i’m like amen (yeah)
all these b-tches the stay up on me
but it’s all for the money (yeah)
i don’t ask for no digits
but when they seein’ my rari
they be throwing themselves all on me
but it’s all for the money
[bridge]
yeah, i want more (more)
where you wanna go?
from london to n.o
we can hop up in the g4 (four)
[verse 2]
i told her my money on chia it grow
i got these b-tches i f-ck on the low
i got these b-tches i f-ck with the most
i got these b-tches i f-ck with the most
i just blow hundreds for the corner show
i got 50 dollar o’s
you make it rain, i make it snow
i blow that dough
i swear this b-tch is lookin fine
i just hit it from behind
i got purple arctic circles so my cup is frozen now
oh i swear i’m on givenchy rotweiler my clothes
i’m just rollin z06 now she shinin’ my doors yeah
[chorus]
i don’t love you i’m faking (no)
pray to god i’m like amen (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
all these b-tches the stay up on me
but it’s all for the money (yeah)
i don’t ask for no digits (no)
but when they seein’ my rari (yeah)
they be throwing themselves all on me
but it’s all for the money
[verse 3]
it’s all for the money
it’s all for the money
it’s all about the cash imma grind till i’m numbin’
i don’t love you i’m faking (no)
pray to god i’m like amen (amen)
all these b-tches the stay up on me
but it’s all for the money
my bank account running up numbers
she twisted i’m faded we making vanilla and chocolate be swirling
im liking my girls all in darker complexion of skin than me
rollin and rollin, molly legs is wide open
she lookin like kelly rowland
but no b-tch make me gon’ give it up
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