Waka Flocka Flame - Love Me No More lyrics

They love you when you up but they hate you when you broke n***a Where the f** was you when I was sleeping on the floor n***a Back in '09 put the game in a choke n***a Real sh** and rappers took notes n***a Time to k** this [?] rap sh** I ain't no joke n***a They like where you been in the booth cooking coke n***a Came back crack I just hit it with a fork n***a Y'all must've forgot that I'm still a New York n***a, squad I done changed the whole f**ing sound of rap All of these other n***a just a bunch of copy cats Shout out to Khaled for making this hot song But now that I got on it it's going right in the body bag n***as ain't gangsta most these n***as feminine Fronting like they hard but we knowing that they impotent What you trying to sell n***a I don't buy that [?] sh** Every thing a lie nothing real in their sentences I got real n***as in the jail serving sentences b**hes want to know what's going on I always send them pics Always answer all their calls they just want to reminisce And talk about the feeling the first time a Rollie hit my wrist Before the deals moving weight like fitness But feel in love with rap money cause it made a n***a rich First they love you then they don't, why you hurting n***a flip But when you on they want to come around and reap the benefits They ain't believe in me they said I wouldn't hit I'll miss Look at me now I got a middle of December wrist How you haters feel now bet you didn't picture this Shopping sprees every day no reason for a Christmas list [?] got me started now I got to finish it It's mines cause I bought these n***as just renting sh** These n***as just talking, me I'm really living it We used to eat Ramen now it's steaks for the dinner dish Pull up in that ghost like everyday is Halloween These n***a jealous just like the Celtics all these n***as green Thank God for the blessings and the real ones in my team Balling like the Spurs in the finals trying to get a ring n***a you don't want no problems unless you a mathematician I suggest you don't bother, try me if you want to You get boped like a [?] My aim is on track like a martyr Real rap bang sayonara Speak with my actions I ain't ever been a talker Never on the bench since a youngin was a starter Blood gang real write n***a I'm an author Really with the sh**s like Nino and the Carter Squad Who these n***as sleeping on not me I ain't no mattress Damn, [?] you was an actress Forever counting money I got a money habit Still the same n***a only thing that changed was my address