SteezyBeats - "LOVE THAT SHIT" REMIX lyrics

[Intro] f** that b**h, I'm getting money, I love that sh** If it ain't money, get away from me, f** that sh** Always riding, why I do this cause I love that sh** Can't go Hollywood I rather stay hood, I love that sh** [Hook: Doeboi Flexx] f** that b**h, I'm getting money, I love that sh** If it ain't money, get away from me, f** that sh** Always riding, why I do this cause I love that sh** Can't go Hollywood I rather stay hood, I love that sh** I love that sh**, I love that sh**, love that--love that sh** (4x) [Verse 1: Lil Mister] I love that sh**, band up get rich If it ain't money, I ain't tryna hear sh** Baby hush that sh**, baby I'ma walking lick, and I talk sh** Make a f** n***a piss, got bands in the whip 40 cal on my hip, I ain't worried about sh** Foreign thing switch shifts, jack boss switch lanes All my n***as Insane Ballout Loul Deng, Bro nem got aim 40 Glock go bang, blow a f** n***a brains Smoke dope k** pain, choppa bullets they rain Got white that cane, black 9 Luol Deng 7-4 the gang, Folks nem gang bang Ride yo b**h like a train, she gonna bless the whole team Eat eat, get brain Can't go Hollywood n***a mother f** fame I be cooling with the gang, we gone off lean Off flats, pop beans, stay flee that's me Ball hard, play D And my dope from the sea, rolling up on the beach [Hook: Doeboi Flexx] [Verse 2: $wagg Dinero] I don't trust sh** My pockets thick, my fist cost grip Don't cuff that b**h, she with the sh**, do more than dicks That thing I whip, I use my wrist They come back quick, my defense sick I blitz this trap, he fumble bricks, we love this sh** Counting up checks, and I don't care nothing about no b**h f** that b**h, she a bopper, I can tell she wasn't on sh** Stupid b**h, you was broke, don't try to say you bought me sh** Racks on wrist, so I see you seen that I been on my sh** Tried that b**h, he ain't for sh** How sh** go here, we play with 40s No pocket rockets take yo pick, I gotta piss I'm almost rich, I'm young and rich That semi spit, red beam with the sh**, don't need no grip [Hook: Doeboi Flexx] [Verse 3: Smylez] 069 I say it all the time cause I love that sh** She told you I'ma friend from high school but I f**ed that b**h Block to hot, every gun got bodies, don't touch that sh** Big ol' eyes, tryna set up the guys, we gone stomp that b**h No new n***as Naw we ain't tryna clique up, n** ion't trust that sh** We tote triggers, get out of line, I got it I'ma bust that b**h If you ain't rich, you gotta start off with Loud on the corner selling dimes and nicks Oo this a hit, call Doeboi Flexx like n***a I love this sh** Y'all know me, Big Boss Smylez Can't get money let me teach you how We do drills click clack pow, n***a we'll lay the whole fefe down I'm in the sky, y'all can see me now Say what's up when you see me out Opps getting mad we on TV now Punching up walls knocking TVs down b**hes love to stay fly and sh** Wanna call my phone to get high and sh** Know they gotta whole n***a wanna lie and sh** My b**h come in, wanna hide and sh** Sweet song, yeah on my highest sh**, lose a 40 on my diet sh** Got choppas with silents, let see which one shoot the quietest [Hook: Doeboi Flexx] [Verse 4: Quan Bandz & Doeboi Flexx] f** these hoes, these hoes be lying b**h can't get a dime I'm bout my bands, don't waste my time Wanna be me get a lining 10 year n***a that's 875 8th never cross my mind All the b**hes keep dying But I told y'all before, now I gotta squad down to ride I'm from 06, where you don't get no pa**, we gone beat yo a** f**s with real n***as, turn up beat sh** R.I.P to my guys Posted on Compton that's where I grew up b**h 875 ain't selling sh** We Insane Gang f** Trell free the guys Love that money don't love that b**h f** that b**h, she ain't give me sh** Keep that tool, n***a don't get fixed I keep telling y'all I'ma be rich Word on the streets, I'ma walking lick If a n***a try me the other day at smith I'm slick with the money, you can call me Rick Take yo top off like a open pick [Outro: Doeboi Flexx] Boy I love that sh**, I'ont love that b**h f** that b**h I only hug that b**h n***as cuffing these k**ers who does that sh**? Bands over these b**hes, you don't touch that sh** n***a trying to apologize, f** that sh** Shawty got some good head, b**h s** that sh** Fake n***as, you know I had to cut that sh** If you ain't talking bands than shut that sh**