Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Riding around for your team
And I got a high self esteem
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
S gang chino with me with me
I got 3 stripes, Adidas with me, with me
All of my preachers with me, with me
I got some features with me, with me
Big racks and the ether with me, with me (racks)
Tote that like it's legal woody, woody
I look that shit up 'bout a thousand times
The big Master P cause you 'bout it, 'bout it
That boy got cheap rims on a cheap Jeep
Just make sure you tell him it's hole-free
I'm sitting at the top, nose bleed
And I got my gold off of Goldie
Park it, park it, baby, you have to hold me, wait for homie
Have you ever been a shot caller?
Proceed to the room leave em stalkin'
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Riding around for your team
And I got a high self esteem
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
That's on me, that's on me
That's on me, that's on me
Turn up on a percy, give it to my mans
Here, give it to your clan
I put on my mink I'm like a lamb
Stop trying to impress your fuckin' cams
I'm comin' for mine, Uncle Sam
I'm turnin' money into power
We not from here we'll need a browser
I know you don't want none, coward
I'm stuntin' like a bookworm
I'm tryna cop least a hundred bands (racks)
And I wanna just buy some bigger land, yeah
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Riding around for your team
And I got a high self esteem
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love