| She say she fell in love |
| But a nigga like me don’t love |
| She wanna share a bottle |
| But a nigga like me don’t love |
| She say she feel me |
| But a nigga like me don’t love |
| But a nigga like me don’t love |
| Me no love, tell her me no love |
| Me no love, tell her me no love |
| Me no love, tell her me no love |
| Me no love, tell her me no love |
| I’d never wife a thot |
| Nigga like me don’t need no love |
| Robbing kid’s they full of nuts |
| She on me when I’m in the club |
| Poppin' bottles I’m a star |
| They know Lil Mouse got that bub |
| And your girlfriend she’s a fan |
| Wanna take pictures and want a hug |
| Paparazzi taking pictures |
| Of Lil Mouse cause I’m so swag |
| In the mall with my cash |
| I be ballin' like the Mavs |
| Hit the lot with a bag |
| Copped a Rari and a Jag |
| I’m on top, these niggas mad |
| Throwing money, I’m getting cash |
| She all on me and my squad |
| Cause our chain got all this ice |
| VBS is in my chain |
| Try to take it, that’s your life |
| Bought a crib, got a maid |
| Me and my bands, I don’t need no wife |
| Trynna get my hittaz, out the hood |
| And get this money cause that’s the life |
| Got a benz, off the lot |
| Got some 4's, and paint it white |
| In the club, diamonds shining |
| It’s so bright, you don’t need a light |
| Got a booth of the act |
| Hit the store, and bought a sprite |
| We don’t need a girl, she wanna get cuffed |
| That ain’t my type |
| She say she fell in love |
| But a nigga like me don’t love |
| She wanna share a bottle |
| But a nigga like me don’t love |
| She say she feel me |
| But a nigga like me don’t love |
| But a nigga like me don’t love |
| Me no love, tell her me no love |
| Me no love, tell her me no love |
| Me no love, tell her me no love |
| Me no love, tell her me no love |
| She say she wanna be the one |
| She wanna get cuffed, she see that bag |
| I got diamonds on my chain, and my pants |
| I’m super swag |
| Call me Rudy, with that Uzi |
| Try to run, and you get tagged |
| All this gold in my jewellery, I ain’t talkin' Trinidad |
| Call me Harden with that Rocket |
| In my pockets, It’s them bands |
| Me and Chris, don’t love these thotties |
| We just pass her to our mans |
| If you try me, call my hitters |
| They come get you in a van |
| And these girls all on me |
| Cause they know that I’m the man |
| If the colors foreign |
| I be pullin up in different whips |
| They be jockin hard |
| Cause they see me in that foreign whip |
| In the trap house, errday |
| Water woopin bricks |
| If you lookin' for me, I’m in the hood |
| On my hood shit |
| Got a benz, off the lot |
| Got some 4's, and paint it white |
| In the club, diamonds shinin' |
| It’s so bright, you don’t need no light |
| Got a booth, of the act |
| Hit the store, and bought a sprite |
| We don’t need a girl, she wanna get cuffed |
| That ain’t my type |
| She say she fell in love |
| But a nigga like me don’t love |
| She wanna share a bottle |
| But a nigga like me don’t love |
| She say she feel me |
| But a nigga like me don’t love |
| But a nigga like me don’t love |
| Me no love, tell her me no love |
| Me no love, tell her me no love |
| Me no love, tell her me no love |
| Me no love, tell her me no love |