"#1 Fan" lyrics
Keep playin' with me, fool
Whatever I said, you feel me?
These niggas ain't even gotta ask me that type of shit
It's on (DJ Larry Love)
She my number one fan
Love how I say it, left her on read, I don't romance
I don't feel shit, girl, don't feel you, you fuckin' with my head
Bitch, you want me or the lifestyle? You know it's money in the bag
Pop a Perc-10, then I blanked out, she wanna fuck me on the meds
One call and I know she comin'
You got your own bag, they can't take nothin'
Girl, I told you my rules, I ain't wifin' nothin'
I can't get away from you, got me likin' somethin'
She told me 'bout her past, he ain't rightful for her
I let her see the bag, got her countin' money
She let me meet her friends, now they wanna fuck me
I let her see the plug, she thought I was bluffin'
Top down in the moonlight
Either that, or these motherfuckin' jewels bright
Right now, I'm runnin' from the devil for a new life
Pull them panties off lil' mama like a new pint
She said if love was a crime, she'd do life
Man, I live a life of crime, time to move right
She don't wanna leave me 'lone, damn, who am I?
I felt like goin' on the run, just you and I
She my number one fan
Love how I say it, left her on read, I don't romance
I don't feel shit, girl, don't feel you, you fuckin' with my head
Bitch, you want me or the lifestyle? You know it's money in the bag
Pop a Perc-10, then I blanked out, she wanna fuck me on the meds
She wanna fuck me on the meds now (She wanna fuck me on the meds now)
She wanna pop a Perc-10 now (She wanna pop a Perc-10 now)
She wanna fuck me off the meds now (She wanna fuck me off the meds now)
She wanna fuck me with her friends now
She my number one fan, yeah
She my number one fan now
See how we vibin', nigga
She understand when it's broke, it ain't nothin', it can be fixed
Club owners know me from the weed scent
Oh, you ain't trippin' 'bout the money, just the time, you don't need shit
I'ma keep it real, it can be spent
Ridin' with the glocky just for defense
I know you ain't trippin' 'bout a freak bitch
Hoes on my dick, it ain't no secret
Put you on the Isle for the weekend
Yeah
Put you in designer, what you see, get
Put you in finest, yeah, uh, uh
Yeah
You know I keep the weed lit, nigga
We lit, nigga, yeah
Whatever I said, you feel me?
These niggas ain't even gotta ask me that type of shit
It's on (DJ Larry Love)
She my number one fan
Love how I say it, left her on read, I don't romance
I don't feel shit, girl, don't feel you, you fuckin' with my head
Bitch, you want me or the lifestyle? You know it's money in the bag
Pop a Perc-10, then I blanked out, she wanna fuck me on the meds
One call and I know she comin'
You got your own bag, they can't take nothin'
Girl, I told you my rules, I ain't wifin' nothin'
I can't get away from you, got me likin' somethin'
She told me 'bout her past, he ain't rightful for her
I let her see the bag, got her countin' money
She let me meet her friends, now they wanna fuck me
I let her see the plug, she thought I was bluffin'
Top down in the moonlight
Either that, or these motherfuckin' jewels bright
Right now, I'm runnin' from the devil for a new life
Pull them panties off lil' mama like a new pint
She said if love was a crime, she'd do life
Man, I live a life of crime, time to move right
She don't wanna leave me 'lone, damn, who am I?
I felt like goin' on the run, just you and I
She my number one fan
Love how I say it, left her on read, I don't romance
I don't feel shit, girl, don't feel you, you fuckin' with my head
Bitch, you want me or the lifestyle? You know it's money in the bag
Pop a Perc-10, then I blanked out, she wanna fuck me on the meds
She wanna fuck me on the meds now (She wanna fuck me on the meds now)
She wanna pop a Perc-10 now (She wanna pop a Perc-10 now)
She wanna fuck me off the meds now (She wanna fuck me off the meds now)
She wanna fuck me with her friends now
She my number one fan, yeah
She my number one fan now
See how we vibin', nigga
She understand when it's broke, it ain't nothin', it can be fixed
Club owners know me from the weed scent
Oh, you ain't trippin' 'bout the money, just the time, you don't need shit
I'ma keep it real, it can be spent
Ridin' with the glocky just for defense
I know you ain't trippin' 'bout a freak bitch
Hoes on my dick, it ain't no secret
Put you on the Isle for the weekend
Yeah
Put you in designer, what you see, get
Put you in finest, yeah, uh, uh
Yeah
You know I keep the weed lit, nigga
We lit, nigga, yeah
Writer(s): Leary Keller
