Philly Swain - She Love Me lyrics

[Intro: Philly Swain] She love me, she love me (she love me, she love me) You say that you love me And if you really love me, than go get my money (she love me!) 'Less you heard me, you don't know truth Rappers played out like phoneboothes You couldn't fill my old shoes Vexed cause you flexin' with my ex but she old news [Bridge: Philly Swain] Girl what you really on Let me know if you f**ing with the Philly don Flexing hard, ain't the one to act silly, huh? Mami ride me like a bench, get your willy on Say what? girl what you really on Let me know if you f**ing with the Philly don Flexing hard, ain't the one to act silly, huh? Mami ride me like a bench, get your willy on Say word [Verse 1: Philly Swain] Money, my money, she all 'bout my money Soon as I get it, she beggin' it from me Beg me, she beg me the way that she f** me Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up Money don't grow on trees When your ratchet a** ask say please How come every time you want me I sneeze Think you last man might have had fleas-hold up I [?] the plans, well love is contagious I give 'em the dick, they start acting outrageous Then after mention the crib that I stay in It's comfy and so is the bed that I-hold up Like the offseason girl, I am not playin' My chick independent so I am not payin' She undressed and ask me where am I staying? You smell like a marlin, I am not a Wayan [Hook: Philly Swain] She love me, she love me, hey She love me, she love me You say that you love me, than go get my money She love me, she love me, hey She love me, she love me That's why she go hard whenever she f** me [Hook: Philly Swain] She love me, she love me, hey She love me, she love me You say that you love me, than go get my money She love me, she love me, hey She love me, she love me That's why she go hard whenever she f** me [Verse 2: Travis Scott] She love me, she love me Damn how could she not, yeah Menage on the dot, yeah I feed her the knots, yeah I feed her them rocks, (La Flame, straight up) Hold up it's a marathon Where the f** my medicine We the only ones that's trill ain't we? We the only thing they feel ain't it? Yeah, now it's on Hardwood floors, marble doors, high [?], carnivals Mobbin' space, in a race, we animals, in Hollywood We way too gone (straight up) She love me, she love me You think that she don't? Might wife that lil baby Don't think that I won't [Bridge 2: Philly Swain] Ay tell her girl I ain't your last man Throw that sh**ty attitude in the trash can Girl I ain't in the mood for your sh**ty attitude Girl got too much mouth, Mrs. Pacman, ooh Got too much mouth, Mrs. Pacman Girl you got too much mouth, Mrs. Pacman Told her I ain't in the mood for your sh**ty attitude Girl you have too much mouth, Mrs. Pacman, ooh [Hook: Philly Swain] She love me, she love me, hey She love me, she love me You say that you love me, than go get my money She love me, she love me, hey She love me, she love me That's why she go hard whenever she f** me [Hook: Philly Swain] She love me, she love me, hey She love me, she love me You say that you love me, than go get my money She love me, she love me, hey She love me, she love me That's why she go hard whenever she f** me