LOVE LANGUAGE (feat. Draft Day)

Young nigga gettin' grown money
Yeah, It's us
Phew

Bank teller, meet me there
Bitch, you can't do it
Havin' motion with the guys, I'm off of lean fluid
And the 'Crete just walked in, shut it down with theme music
Playa to the max, I'm stretchin' out these racks
Stretchin' out this bitch pussy, I'm tryna break her back
Beat it to a smithereen, her cat on Birdman
Put some respect on my name, fuck what you heard, man
My love language is countin' up, poppin' rubber bands

Stack, stack it up all again
If it's for the camp, we gon' do anything to fuckin' win
If they talkin' down up on my name, them boys gon' get dizzy
Put that shit up on the floor, them boys gon' get busy
Dirty mud up in my cup, it's on tough Shiggy
Draft always been fly, bitch, I get Jiggy
I can hear these niggas clear, my earrings two-fifty
What they gon' do with me?
This shit is too easy (too)
(Too)
(Too)

Bank teller, meet me there
Bitch, you can't do it
Havin' motion with the guys, I'm off of lean fluid
And the Crete just walked in, shawty down with theme music
Playa to the max, I'm stretchin' out these racks
Stretchin' out this bitch pussy, I'm tryna break her back
Beat it to a smithereen, her cat on Birdman
Put some respect on my name, fuck what you heard, man
My love language is countin' up, poppin' rubber bands