"BAD* Influence Freestyle 2 (FOR THE LOVE)" lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, uh, yeah, huh, huh

When you think of me, you think of problems
And how I pay with money, yeah, to solve them
Too tapped in for withdrawlin'
Shit get that deep, it ain't even no point of callin'
The weakest link echo, catch me, you know how that go
Tricks are for kids, the lean don't make us that slow
She'll take your [?] and [?] to feel special
Many men artists, junkie, but, still flawless
Gangster but, ah, she young and dangerous, regardless
Posted up with Bentley, his dream car was a Charger
We way past that, ayy, ayy
Youngin baked his own cake, you should've helped him sooner
Nigga bunch of fake bosses like Uncle Junior
Bitch ride on the Monday, send my capo on Sunday
Maybach music, locked in with gunplay
You want there to be options, it's not, it's just one way
Head in your phone, that U-turn on the one way
Call that loaf and sliced up and toast 'em
SVR Rover's, they ain't makin' no more of 'em
4x4, it went way extra but not slower
Send it 'cause my son was born near Cosa Nostra
I'll see you when I see you

Ayy
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Got yo' bitch, she want me again, ya dig?
Pass the receipt on me