YNW Melly, Toosii, YNW Bortlen and Ynw4L - Lovey Dovey

Even if she say she love me
I can't give in knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fuck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in
Even if she say she love me
I can't give in knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fuck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in

It's all about the grind
Feelings don't fit in
Shawty say she miss me but I ain't tryna miss these bands
I don't want no kisses, bae
I'm tryna get my money up
Broken heart, no love
Quick to cut a bitch off
Pull up, we get missing, we in the wind
I wanna get head
She talkin' 'bout all these hoes, I told her what's up
Groupie, you, girl, that's what it come with
You see blue, yeah, that come with it
These hoes see something wrong with it
If you fuck with me, gotta grind with me
You flake then you gotta go
'Cause shotta 'bout to blow (bet she know it)
Oh, oh, oh

Even if she say she love me
I can't give in knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fuck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in
Even if she say she love me
I can't give in knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fuck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in

Rich, in the meantime, I ain't mean nothing
Dripping in Celine, now you Celine, nah
You the baddest I done ever seen
When I ain't seen you
Them other bitches wanna be you clocked in
You know I'm ready to make the block spin
Convertible, don't know where the top is
And I can't remember the last time I ever heard the clock tick
This a Rolex, don't hear the clock tick
Yeah, boss bitch but you ain't mine
I can't be lovey dovey, I'm tryna fuck all the time, yeah
I tell the truth, yeah, you divine
But shit, me too, I hit it good and then I lick on your spine
Ayy, I got my weight up
Now a nigga only think 'bout paper
Ayy, it used to be me and you, uh
I was tryna ball like a Laker
From the 315 like Dion Waiters
You got a country accent, but you not from Decatur
You know what it is (yeah, you know what it is)
Girl, what you need? 'Cause I'm a cater

Ain't no lovey dovey though
For real
Uh, girl, what you need? 'Cause I'm a cater

Written by:
Cortlen Henry, David McDowell, Gideon Beck, Nau'jour Grainger, Teun Bauhuis

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Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC

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