Mon amour

My lo-o-o-o-ove
My lo-o-o-o-ove
My lo-ove

I ain't done with all the fucking
If I show up in crime, it's 'cause I'm back in crime
I had a gun, I missed the date
Damn, my girl, I think she's mad at me
Downstairs, it's dry, need some cash
I'm sailing in the illegal, if you ain't down for the VIP
On my wrist, it's the cuffs or the Casio
She knows I ain't got a pic, but she loves the gifts
She's my girl, she keeps bugging me, I saw it coming

I already know who she calls
She's proud, crying in her corner
When I answer her, 'cause it hurts

My lo-o-o-o-ove
Right now, I'm far from the block, I know-o-o-o-o
She's gonna make me lose my mind, I swear-o-o-o-o
She's making her money, all alone-ly-ly-ly-ly

My bella, she's the one, mine
She always says all men are the same
It's not interesting
The little fights make it interesting
When I tell her I'm faithful like that
That I've been with all these bitches
She asks me: Who's Melissa?, ah-ah-ah, you good?
She plays the fool, she says: Carla, you good?

My lo-o-o-o-ove
Right now, I'm far from the block, I know-o-o-o-o
She's gonna make me lose my mind, I swear-o-o-o-o
She's making her money, all alone-ly-ly-ly-ly

My lo-o-o-o-ove
Right now, I'm far from the block, I know-o-o-o-o
She's gonna make me lose my mind, I swear-o-o-o-o
She's making her money, all alone-ly-ly-ly-ly
She's making her money, all alone-ly-ly-ly-ly