If you know I did it for youWhy you ain’t pay me back?Why you ain’t pay me back?Why I gotta tell you I love youSo you can say it back?Let the people manipulate youAnd it made you crackEvery time that you said you needed meI gave you racksAin’t no love, ain’t no loveAin’t no love, left with my moneyAin’t no love, left with my moneyAin’t no love, left with my moneyI put blood diamonds on bi*chesLeave a blood trial of moneyLeave a blood trail of dead presidents and diorI make millions, split it with ni*gasYou know that I be on itYou know and I know, you know and I knowGettin’ busy on a 45Ride or die, doin a hundredRide or diе through the trenchesLikе I live in the hoodI took them shackles off my wristAnd then I made it ice (let’s goo)Same people crossed me say they sorryBut they ain’t even make it rightI goo too sleep with one eye of openIt is like a way of lifeCuz in them streetsYou gotta keep it rollin like we playin’ diceNo crappin’ outNi*gas can’t figure me out, I be on everythingYou should see how it get in the houseIt look like medellinGold chopper sit on the couchSmokin on better things (brrt)They seen I had holes in my heartAnd they tried let it bleedPastor sewed it up, I’m goin upNow ni*gas texting mePeople that I grew up withAnd they switched couldn’t even get next to meDo a favor for ’emSee if they real just like my specialtyKnowin I don’t even need to pay backSh*t like a test for meSh*t like a test for meNi*gas testin’ me (ni*gas testin’ meKnowin they the one thatI made specially (know that)My mama crib like a millionMy grandma crib like a buildinI only put it on the ‘gram to give you the recipe
Ain’t no love, ain’t no loveAin’t no love left on my moneyAin’t no love on my moneyIt’s just blood on the moneyI put blood diamonds on bi*chesLeave a blood trial of moneyLeave a blood trail of dead presidents and diorI make millions, split it with ni*gasYou know that I be on itYou know and I know, you know and I knowGettin busy on a 45Ride or die, doin a hundredRide or die, ride or dieToo much money comin in, I do not even count itMaybach and the cullinan, I do not even drive itNone of y’all ni*gas can’t tell me I ain’t solidA$$a$$ination of my characterCuz I told you I ain’t got itTook some millions and I buried in them in so longThat I forget ’emTook my family and I carried usBrought us all up from the bottomHow you gon say that I forgot you?All them times I had to spot youThe only thing is ’bout a bi*chThat I done hit or made swallowKnow my dad died as a rivalBut I am still proud of my fatherSo I put prada on his baby mamaAnd I had to tell my youngin in the trenches“do not you ever take no risksYou gon spend it on designer” (on designer)Ain’t no love, ain’t no loveAin’t no love left on this money (on this money)It’s just blood left on this moneyBlood on these bi*chesBlood on the diamondsBlood on the back of the twentiesShowed too much loveHe got whacked in decemberAin’t no love, ain’t no loveAin’t no love left on my moneyAin’t no love on my moneyIt’s just blood on the moneyI put blood diamonds on bi*chesLeave a blood trial of moneyLeave a blood trail of dead presidents and diorI make millions, split it with ni*gasYou know that I be on itYou know and I know, you know and I knowGettin busy on a 45Ride or die, doin’ a hundredRide or die, ride or die