Love To Fuck

Now the lobster don't even have a price next to it, it just says, seasonal

So you know what that means, a brother gotta pay 28 dollars

Uh, house at the top (top), party at my spot (spot)

Rottweilers out (ah), gotta secure the lot (lot)

Fake niggas out (bah), bring the burners out (bah)

And it's word of mouth (yeah), you always run your mouth (yeah)

Breathin' in the loud, blowin' clouds

Hunnid thou' (yeah), time is now (now)

We just fuckin', in and out (phew)

I can't love you (nah), I'm too wild

Same time, who gon' be the one to turn you out?

Wanna do it 'cause I do it? Oh, you funny now

Bitch gettin' on my nerves, I just leave the house

Now I'm sleepin' at my other bitch house (ha)

Uh, Louis bags on the couch

Camouflage with the hunnids, now I'm cummin' in her mouth (yeah)

And if she catch feelings, got a feelin' I'll be out

But she cool, so I'm likin' how this shit is turnin' out (yeah)

Yeah, she know it's on the low and we both keep it low

She got crack, I got dope, she the ex, I'm the smoke

It's like murder on the rope and we on death row

And the sex so good, it's so hard sayin' no

If your nigga found out then my girl'll kill us both

And we both love to fuck

Yeah, we both love to fuck

Yeah, we both love when good ain't good enough

And, hey, if I get you some lobster and some Moet

You know what's happenin' after that

We both love to fuck

No, what does happen?

We both love to fuck

I'm goin' deep-sea diving, haha

Uh, take you out the shower (shower), yeah, I call the shots (shots)

I'm the fuckin' boss (boss), put you in a loft (loft)

You can get a lot (yeah) if you play your role (what?)

Got you comin' over (what?) cookin' on the stove

These bitches is bold, they gon' hate (fuck 'em)

Money talk (yeah), bullshit walk

They gon' try to fuck it up, tell you I ain't shit

Judgin' by my outfit, yeah, I'm the shit

Icicle wrist, caught a milli on the lick

Same bitches that I hit still on your list

Yeah, I'm God's gift, givin' like I'm Saint Nick (pew)

I'm the ghetto Bill Gates, give me ten years (yeah)

Uh, chop-chop when I switch gears

Thrustin' make her pussy wet, comin' in the V12

I ain't even put it in, bustin' in your seatbelt

Squirtin' on that interior of the 812 (go)

Seashell (uh), Maybach ill (go)

And it came with the luggage, that is too trill (trill)

Boy, you not a big deal 'til you makin' deals (deals)

And I'm kind of big deal, to keep it real (ha)

Keep your picture in my phone, man, them times is real

If you happy with the throne, then just let me live

I ain't hidin', I ain't runnin'

The way I'm movin' got you wonderin'

When good ain't good enough

Yeah, you know you right 'cause my dick is only two inches

From the ground

We both love to fuck

Isn't he grand?

Yeah, she know it's on the low and we both keep it low

She got crack, I got dope, she the ex, I'm the smoke

It's like murder on the rope and we on death row

And the sex so good, it's so hard sayin' no