Baby you don't love me
How you gonna trust me
I was getting money
Now you wanna f*ck me
Baby you don't love me
How you gonna trust me
I was getting money
Now you wanna f*ck me
Rolls Royce doors
But that's something you'll ignore
You a bad trip
Like the waiting at a store
I stay in the studio
I stare out at the view
Dreamin bigger plans
Do it all without you
Maybe cop a viper
Lambo or a charger
20 inch rims
With the chrome
When I drive her
Modeled for the day
She got keys to my place
We be on the balcony
In busy LA
Baby you don't love me
How you gonna trust me
I was getting money
Now you wanna f*ck me
Baby you don't love me
How you gonna trust me
I was getting money
Now you wanna f*ck me
Packin up her things
She was moving out of state
I ain't even trippin cause I'm posted by the bay
City night lights
This the view for my life
Breeze when I drive
Hit the club in the night
Baby you don't love me
How you gonna trust me
I was getting money
Now you wanna f*ck me
Baby you don't love me
How you gonna trust me
I was getting money
Now you wanna f*ck me