Hitman Zayo - Fake Love Lyrics

I make too much money
I can't make love
Baby I ain't tryna give u fake love
That boyfriend shit I ain't got it in me
Unless I got the henny
N even then it's f*ck u once that nut bust
I been on my grind
All my niggas bosses
A couple of em died
I'm still settling my losses
I just want the bag
I ain't wit the war shit
But if a nigga try me
Put his body where the morgue is

I just got a got a diamond wrist
Look like a glacier
U play wit me
I got a 40 wit a laser
I used to flip birds
I retired from the eagles
The game switched up
Niggas ratting on they people's
Niggas know my body
I'll always be the same nigga
The money only change these lame niggas
But don't be acting like I owe u
Nigga I. D.o.n.t know u nigga
U ain't know me when my dough was low
Ain't have a pot to piss in
I had my son I got up in my bag
I knew I had to get it
I know pussy niggas plotting on me
But bitch I'm always wit it
I ain't never been no sucka
N I ain't duck no competition
I'm
I stack my money f*ck a lot of bitches
F*ck the opposition
I seen niggas getting shot
Tryna spin the block
I never sleep on no nigga
So I keep a glock
I learned my lesson
Loved a hoe who was f*cking a thot
Niggas dying over bitches every nigga popped
I remember In the hood when I was really popped
Seeing niggas ride past me in the illest cars
When I seen that shit
I just wanted to be on top
So when that bag started coming
I ain't never stop
Tick tock nigga tick tock
Give me a hour
I'll spin n stop a nigga clock
I gotta feed my family
Ain't time to flip flop
Shit aint no game my life ain't nothing like a Xbox

I make too much money
I can't make love
Baby I ain't tryna give u fake love
That boyfriend shit I ain't got it in me
Unless I got the henny
N even then it's f*ck u once that nut bust
I been on my grind
All my niggas bosses
A couple of em died
I'm still settling my losses
I just want the bag
I ain't wit the war shit
But if a nigga try me
Put his body where the morgue is

They killed my lil nigga bubba
I watched his family suffer
Youngin was only 15 tryna stay outta trouble
He had a dollar and a dream
Ain't get a chance to flourish
But he was loyal to the same streets
That didn't love him
I was f*cking wit his sister
She got pregnant
Only god and myself
Knew how I was stressing
Ain't have no money
I was broke
And in depression
When I got that call
Knew life was short I learned my lesson
I gotta be there for my son
No second guessing
But this shit a struggle
My baby mama bared my son
While burying her brother
I felt so crazy especially the day I saw they mother
Deep down that made me wanna go outside n get the dumping
But I sacrificed all of my pain
So I can be there for them
I had so many cloudy days
I prayed one day the sun come
Life's a bitch but that's a bitch that u can't even run from
U do dirt the repercussions
Be when the reaper touch ya
Is the money still worth it if u can't take it wit ya ?
I ain't gotta kick knowledge to show the bigger picture
I was standing on corners tryna make me a dolla
I was chasing my dreams
Running from all my problems
Tryna hide from reality
Be the worst for me
So I down me a bottle
Cuz that's what works for me
N this rap shit ain't nothing what it's cut out to be
So when I write I'm jus writing to help my sanity

I make too much money
I can't make love
Baby I ain't tryna give u fake love
That boyfriend shit I ain't got it in me
Unless I got the henny
N even then it's f*ck u once that nut bust
I been on my grind
All my niggas bosses
A couple of em died
I'm still settling my losses
I just want the bag
I ain't wit the war shit
But if a nigga try me
Put his body where the morgue is