"SHE DONT REALLY LOVE ME" lyrics
Her name not "Codeine" so she don't really love
And her name not "Codeine" so she don't really love me
I pull up in the foreign car, you pull up bummy
Stop showin' 'bout advice, you not gon' make no money
Your pockets lookin' skinny, my pockets look chubby
I know I had to slow down on the Styrofoam
Drivin' past, my cup keep spillin', so I had to pour some more (Pour some more)
I can't understand why she got an attitude, babe, change your tone (Change your tone)
Got this shit for way too low, we smokin' pounds of dope (Pounds of dope, huh)
Man, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)
This shirt from Italy, I can't pronounce the name
Even if we was twins, lil' bro, we not the same (Oh-oh)
I bought her fake Chanel, but that shit look the same
(Tell the difference) Yeah, she can't tell
She ain't never seen the real one, so she geeked as hell
I just got a bowl of Perky's, so let's go take sev'
Trippin' off the pint, but I ain't never fell
Cookin', money mission, cookin', money mission (Money mission)
All this attitude, go 'head, go do the dishes
I thought she was straight, her and her best friend kissin'
I'll just bill the plane, this bitch is so delicious
Her name no "Percocet," so do I really miss it?
She love to fish bricks, that's why she got on fish nets
And her name not "Codeine" so she don't really love me
I pull up in the foreign car, you pull up bummy
Stop showin' 'bout advice, you not gon' make no money
Your pockets lookin' skinny, my pockets look chubby
I know I had to slow down on the Styrofoam
Drivin' past, my cup keep spillin', so I had to pour some more (Pour some more)
I can't understand why she got an attitude, babe, change your tone (Change your tone)
Got this shit for way too low, we smokin' pounds of dope (Dope)
And her name not "Codeine" so she don't really love me
I pull up in the foreign car, you pull up bummy
Stop showin' 'bout advice, you not gon' make no money
Your pockets lookin' skinny, my pockets look chubby
I know I had to slow down on the Styrofoam
Drivin' past, my cup keep spillin', so I had to pour some more (Pour some more)
I can't understand why she got an attitude, babe, change your tone (Change your tone)
Got this shit for way too low, we smokin' pounds of dope (Pounds of dope, huh)
Man, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)
This shirt from Italy, I can't pronounce the name
Even if we was twins, lil' bro, we not the same (Oh-oh)
I bought her fake Chanel, but that shit look the same
(Tell the difference) Yeah, she can't tell
She ain't never seen the real one, so she geeked as hell
I just got a bowl of Perky's, so let's go take sev'
Trippin' off the pint, but I ain't never fell
Cookin', money mission, cookin', money mission (Money mission)
All this attitude, go 'head, go do the dishes
I thought she was straight, her and her best friend kissin'
I'll just bill the plane, this bitch is so delicious
Her name no "Percocet," so do I really miss it?
She love to fish bricks, that's why she got on fish nets
And her name not "Codeine" so she don't really love me
I pull up in the foreign car, you pull up bummy
Stop showin' 'bout advice, you not gon' make no money
Your pockets lookin' skinny, my pockets look chubby
I know I had to slow down on the Styrofoam
Drivin' past, my cup keep spillin', so I had to pour some more (Pour some more)
I can't understand why she got an attitude, babe, change your tone (Change your tone)
Got this shit for way too low, we smokin' pounds of dope (Dope)
