Sucker 4 Love Video (MV)

Look, she wanna smoke, drink liquor all day
She wanna twerk, get a nigga to pay
Nah, I ain't havin' that
What you think, I'm a sucker for love

What you think, I'ma stay in this club gettin' f*cked up,
I'm on to bigger and better
I'm switchin' to different weathers
Might cop a brand new Beretta

It's only used for protection,
Know how to handle a weapon
Better keep it cool
Got my niggas in the back
Pull up on you like after school
She got a fetish for foreigns and mad expensive diamonds

I'd rather be with a shorty that keep it real, no lyin
I see who really be perpetratin', you can't fool me
If I slip up, first chance, they gonna try to do me
I'm on my Ps and Qs, make sure I'm livin' right

She wanna creep at night, I told her, live your life
You only wanted pipe, I cannot book your flights
She wanna stay the night, I'm like, yeah, aight
Can't run from L.O.V.E

Can't run
Uh, what you think,
I'm a sucker for love
What you think,
I'm a sucker for love

You got me goin' f*cked up
Can't run from L.O.V.E
You can't run
Uh, what you think,
I'm a sucker for love
Look my aura felt when I step in the room
I got my paper right, it's rollin' in soon

Prepare for motherf*ckin' doom
Mask on, they jackin' niggas in June
Be on your Ps and Qs, or nigga, you food
I'm on a riot with my squadron

Come from that lineage in Harlem
Out in Saint Nick, puttin' up buckets
In linkin' projects where the feds steady watchin
Got them rat niggas behind him

Can smell and tell when a nigga really lyin
Story I'm not buyin', you don't believe you
You playin', but this shit really my life
You ain't my equal, cause in your mind

The devil get you hype, they got you poisoned
Programmed off the trick knowledge
So when you see me, it's disrespect
Or you pay homage, I gotta stay climbin

I'm eatin' fruits and salad, fresh Caesar fade
Kickin' my feet up on a foreign island
They start to talk real crazy, cause they don't know where I am
Look, gotta remind em

You can't run
I'm just thinkin' out my soul for real
I'm just talkin' on my for work
Uh-huh

You can't run
Uh-huh
Woo
Uh-huh

This for my playa niggas out there
We ain't never
You can't let no bitch control you
Niggas gotta get this money

Niggas gotta make these moves
You hear that
That's the money talkin
I used to go on Fig a lot

I actually used to be on Fig a lot
Always in the 60s a lot
But it's always bullshit
It's always police and it's chaotic over there

I actually need to start listening to my gut feeling more
On Fig, I've gotten kidnapped, held for ransom
I've gotten robbed at gunpoint, literally standing on the street
I really say music is my option A

I don't have no option B
God ain't no pimp, god ain't no playa
Don't get it mixed up, don't get it twisted
And I'ma tell you what a playa is

It's a pathetic, lying-ass, yellow, alleycat
Now go ahead and be a playa
Allah was never no playa
He just be clean

And you know how to master all things in existence
By first mastering yourself
Control yourself
And you try to take people with you

And try to claim that you right and exact
And you not, not