RubiRosa - Love You/How I'm On It lyrics

Part 1: "Love You" [Hook] I just wanna love her, She won't let me love her Too busy being a b**h, too busy being in my sh** My name buzzin' these b**hes f**in' I'm being rich I just wanna love her, She won't let me love her Too busy being a b**h, too busy being in my sh** My name buzzin' these b**hes f**in' I'm being rich [Verse 1] Yapping in my ear though About the rumors that you hear so These b**hes love the kid though b**hes f**in' I don't give her dough I'm that n***a in a major way I'm from Brooklyn they say I'm the new Biggie or Jay All my Cubans about a Kilo in weight I'm boomin' all these n***as that hate Girl you f**in' up your whole mind Bringing chicks up from my old time If you with me be happy I'm a gold mine I'm still spending dough from 09' [Hook] [Verse 2] I just get some jo-jo, I'm in love with her toto No evidence or photos, silent on secrets so you won't know From the back like the po-po, when you open up your 4 door You know that we violent, they approach slow When I k** you its over, got my hat low I escape just through the game Can't escape putting you through the pain All this cake man I'm doing my thing b**h I'm straight all you do is complain [Hook] Part 2: "How I'm On It" [Hook] You don't understand the type of sh** I'm on Cause all you n***as weak and I'm just hitting it strong The say I'm slightly off but my pistols be on I'm on it that's how I'm on it everyday You don't understand the type of sh** I'm on Cause if I f** your b**h I guarantee you she gone She ain't fake or [?] I put that b**h in a song I'm on it that's how I'm on it everyday [Verse 1] Getting this dough, f**in' these hoes n***a I do what I say Semi-Autos, hollow tips loaded n***a we filled to the head Heat on my foes, creep on the low love when I see them for days We don't love hoes, we just get chose do you see me shaking my head? The hat by Gucci, the shoes by Gucci The backpack Louie and the cash stacks doofy That's that stupid bread, I get stupid bread Keep looking for proof he said, my coupe is red we rolling [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm dope like Anita, probably more lethal You're fraud and you're see through, no we don't believe you Pushing you [?] like the movie star actor You look at me greasy and you know I'm about action The lights, the cameras shining all on my j**els She light, she Spanish b**h in her mood And she ain't never f**ed no n***a in Versace socks Made my way up out the pot, Cartier all on her watch [Hook]