Pouya - I DON'T WANT TO BE IN LOVE (WITH YOU)

For the love of money
Stack it up, we add it up to the moon
All But 6 be the fuckin' platoon
I roll with gorillas, and fuckin' buffoons
Guerilla warfare, you don't really wanna go there
Baby bone, better prepare, I light up the flares
Come out the bushes and run up the stairs (Yuh)
They can't care for running my money up
Don't really care 'bout the politics
Load up the hollow tips
Follow me into the storm
I'm leading the way
Then follow me into my grave
Be precise and don't make mistakes
Then put the knife on an AK spray
Everybody that you see today
Don't nobody get in my fucking way
I don't need my flowers
I need my check before the hour's done
You cowards never rattle me up
Blow my dick and swallow my nut
You rappers got me fucked up
These hoes be getting no love
Sitting alone on my sofa
No bitches just me and my doja
I roll up in the tank
I'ma go shoot up a bank
I'ma go hard in the paint
Hakuna Matata that reefer
Take all of my problems away
I feel like a saint
Bitches pull up and they faint
When they see my pretty face
Wondering what will it take
To get baby bone in they place
Bust a lil bread in his face