LOVE DONT COST A THING

[Chorus: Glo]
Told tha— told that bitch that love don't cost a thing
I fi— I filled up my cup with that lean (Lucid)
Bitch, my pockets filled with dubs in these Dior jeans
Yeah, step all over my opps, kill my enemies
Yeah, s-s-summer time over, can you feel the breeze?
I just caught him with his dick out, lil' bro can't even pee, woah
When I pull out .223, you gon' hear that bee, woah
When I pull out .223, you gon' hear that bee, bee

[Verse 1: Glo]
When I pop out, Givenchy, they say I'm so fleek, fleek
I make the crowd go wild, I make the crowd go crazy
This lil' ho wanna have my child, she wanna have my baby
This lil' ho wanna have my child, she wanna have my baby
I-I'm too cool, I'm too cool, I'm too cool for you
Put my diamonds on your body, make you comfortable
I'm with Miggy totin' 'em blickies with lil' Rari too
In Miami hittin' drifts inside that 'Rari coupe
Yeah, yeah, I see my opp, then blowed 'em
I'm pourin' up oxycodone, lil' nigga, don't step in this ozone
My diamonds, you know they on Frozone
Lil' thot wanna fuck, tell her, "Hold on"
Lil' thot wanna fuck, tell her, "Hold on"
Lil' thot wanna fuck, tell her, "Hold on"

[Verse 2: Che]
She ridin' the dick like, uh, uh, ooh, I'm makin' her cum (Woah)
Okay, speak on the gang, I'm finna cut off yo' tongue (Boop-boop-boop, woah)
Okay, speak on the gang, the mob gon' cut off yo' tongue (Huh, huh)
P-U-N-K, punk, okay, diamonds light up, I'm punk, uh (What? Yeah)
We put a beam on his ass, I'm finna leave him for dead (Yeah, okay, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We put a beam on his ass, I'm finna leave him for dead (Yeah, huh, yeah)
Bae, I got two lifestyles, I'm an emo and punk, yeah
Bae, I got two lifestyles, I'm an emo and punk, yeah
Yeah, three cellphones, I don't answer none of 'em (I don't)
Yeah, I fuck on an opp bitch, woah, finna fuck another one (Lucid)
A hundred hoes, stay bloody, huh
Open the door, bitch, I'm runnin' up (Yeah)
Walk in the store, my gun is tucked
Huh, I'm bustin' up anyone (Let's go, let's go)
Huh, I'm bustin' up anyone (Okay, okay)
These drugs are for everyone
I bring back the devil, huh
I fuck 'em in pairs, huh (Racks, racks)
My arm and leg, huh (Yeah, yeah)
My arm and leg, huh (Yeah, yeah)
My arm and leg, huh (Yeah, yeah)
My arm and leg, huh (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Glo]
Told tha— told that bitch that love don't cost a thing
I fi— I filled up my cup with that lean (Lucid)
Bitch, my pockets filled with dubs in these Dior jeans
Yeah, step all over my opps, kill my enemies
Yeah, s-s-summer time over, can you feel the breeze?
I just caught him with his dick out, lil' bro can't even pee, woah
When I pull out .223, you gon' hear that bee, woah
When I pull out .223, you gon' hear that bee, bee