Love It King Los

Ok

Verse 1: Los
Ok now this one from the bottom I need no top on my Bentley
And no tops on these bitches they give more top evidently
I'm not the type of nigga to put dames over my scrilla
I'm tryin' to get this change and fly a plane over my villa
Illa', fresha', cooler, smoother, doper, chilla'
Is everything that I am and you mad cause you "no familia"
And boy I'm out that jungle with them lions tigers bizz-ears
No lyin' when I'm flyin' I want my entire clique there
Would you like to let your hizz-air, down and enjoy some champagne
Majuana? Patron and Ciroc don't stizz-op so do your damn thing
Hey, anywho, hit me with your Jimmy Choo
If anything shorty we can get you any shoe
Yea you hella bad and your friend she can get it too
We can sip a few, tell a nigga what you finna do
I'm dippin' through with my roof way back
Swag high like a nigga with a new Maybach
We can ride this bitch till the wheels fall off or the freeway crack
I'm a G laid black
True G shit girl ... spent two G's on Gucci shit
Swagged up from the hat to the kicks
My G I really do this shit

Chorus: Los
Oh yes all my diamonds sexist, so don't no nigga touch it
And bitch don't watch my Rose, cause those ain't in your budget
Now shorty bust it open, like she want me to fuck it
And all these niggas hate it, but all these bitches love it
All these bitches love it
I said all these bitches love it
And you don't have to like it, but you know how I does it
So love it, love it, love it