Lyrics
She say she love me, then I ask her
"What you love me for, you dig? Gotta tell me"
Love is hate and hate is love, either ways
Late night in the studio, you feel me
Uh, certified lover boy
She said she love, then I asked her what you love me for
When I pushed your back against the wall, you tried to set me up
Pull up to the crib with four niqqas
Tried to cut me up, but I got out quick
My reflexes on point, man, I never move like a prick
Can't trust no bitch expect Siri, we the hottest in the city
Know that shit fucking with your feelings
Scrip told me homie, better stay away from all these groupies
I should know better, how the fuck I mess around
And end up with a gold getter
No, I mean a gold digger, man, I can't figure