LoveSong

My man walks slowly like Al Pacino
We have sex, rhyme and dance as if we were rich
He dresses me, gives me Gucci and spends on me
Said I'm what makes him an eternal boy
To have adrenaline, we don't even lock the door
He said come over, I said now
He says cum, Pandora's ring is how much I'm worth now
Just one more hour and then you can leave

Rap is about money, women, asses, and houses
He says I'm crazy, I'm complexed
It's about straightening hair and being a little lighter
I feel stupid for knowing Zara's story
Baby, baby, making money is good, but fame isn't
I'd kill someone to see you happy
Man, say if you're coming or not
Your friend wants my attention and to keep you away from me
In front of the mirror, better position
Turns into a love song, just don't confuse me, I'm not a groupie
I'm not a groupie
I don't need that

My man walks slowly like Al Pacino
We have sex, rhyme and dance as if we were rich
He dresses me, gives me Gucci and spends on me
Said I'm what makes him an eternal boy
To have adrenaline, we don't even lock the door
He said come over, I said now
He says cum, Pandora's ring is how much I'm worth now
Just one more hour and then you can leave

Rap is about money, women, asses, and houses
He says I'm crazy, I'm complexed
It's about straightening hair and being a little lighter
I feel stupid for knowing Zara's story
Baby, baby, making money is good, but fame isn't
I'd kill someone to see you happy
Man, say if you're coming or not
Your friend wants my attention, keeps you away from me
In front of the mirror, better position
Turns into a love song, just don't confuse me, I'm not a groupie
I'm not a groupie

But I'm not a groupie
I'm not a groupie
I don't need that
I'm not a groupie
I'm not a groupie
I don't need that
I'm not a groupie