Lyrics Fell in love - Babyface Ray, 42Dugg, RoleyGangBlue

Fell in love

And I done fell in love with this shit
Money over bitches, that’s the moddo
Tell the waitress bring another bottle
Hit the gass on these niggas, I ain’t never slowing down
The only way is up, we ain’t ever going
Gave my all to this shit
Stack it then that’s the goal
Homie toat the stick, he on parole
Hope you niggas really know that we ain’t playing with you niggas
They got your boy a, bands on these bitches
I got my shit together, got my bitch together
I had a dream, told me you gon be rich forever
Quit talking bout the money, nigga spend some chetter
I’m really laying like this, so I can hit whoever
I place a call to her, it was 3 AM
She said she just left the club, I told her bring a friend
I know shit can get rough, so Imma bring some bands
Na I ain’t trickin if you want it, all you do is ask
I’m uusually drippin, tags
And I ain’t slowing down for 'em, Imma do the dash
The type to take your ho from you, I ain’t need a mask
bout this money
And I done fell in love with this shit
Money over bitches, that’s the moddo
Tell the waitress bring another bottle
Hit the gass on these niggas, I ain’t never slowing down
The only way is up, we ain’t ever going
Gave my all to this shit
Stack it then that’s the goal
Homie toat the stick, he on parole
Hope you niggas really know that we ain’t playing with you niggas
They got your boy a, bands on these bitches
It’s true I risked my life for this shit
No emotion, got me focused
Hard to write to this shit
Couple niggas I miss, writing letters, hope they get better
Right now or never,
We still standing in the books
On parole tryna look normal
he just touched down, but is he scoring?
Only us know what it do, this shit ain’t foreign
You niggas too long to get it going
We been in the fast lane, it feel kinda slow
Ain’t no if and or buts, you know we gon kill
And I done fell in love with this shit
Money over bitches, that’s the moddo
Tell the waitress bring another bottle
Hit the gass on these niggas, I ain’t never slowing down
The only way is up, we ain’t ever going
Gave my all to this shit
Stack it then that’s the goal
Homie toat the stick, he on parole
Hope you niggas really know that we ain’t playing with you niggas
They got your boy a, bands on these bitches
Man with this shit
When I was young, I was hitting licks
And then I grew out of that shit
I started bagging up the nicks, they move quick
And then I graduated to a quarter brick
This is it
Niggas snitching everyday, but it ain’t shit
A quarterback
These niggas be talking shit, they ain’t fucking with us
VVS diamonds in the, so you know who with us
And plus my haters pulling up, energy I’m seaking
That nigga back on parole, but he’ll shoot for me
And I been stacking it to the cieling
The feds came and hit my man, I wonder how he feeling
And I done fell in love with this shit
Money over bitches, that’s the moddo
Tell the waitress bring another bottle
Hit the gass on these niggas, I ain’t never slowing down
The only way is up, we ain’t ever going
Gave my all to this shit
Stack it then that’s the goal
Homie toat the stick, he on parole
Hope you niggas really know that we ain’t playing with you niggas
They got your boy a, bands on these bitches