"Passion" lyrics
We good, she won't let a nigga be fooled
How you giving out pressure and you ain't never got pull
That boy was book smart, she took heart, now he never got school
Had tried to get back but no get back now he never not cool
Like a weirdo, she don't want me near yo
Say you be on bullshit I told her don't fear yo
Wanna get away I get away she wanna find me
And I brought the people, she don't care because she slimy
She blame it on the passion
Spin this block and park here
You don't come out now then we gon sit right here and starve it
Niggas always taking I'm trynna keep getting rich
And you thought I was making songs bout a bitch
Fuck that shit maybe I was
Maybe it's all for you
Calling you in the gym
Baby I'm bout to shoot
Tell her to count the cash
Cause baby I'm about the loot
When he told you bout all them lies
I wanna give you the truth
Baby listen to me
Like where you at I called your phone
What you was doing though
Time for me lately I know you babe who you pursuing ah
Learned a time ago you gotta know what you be doing ah
Beat that pussy up now every day you want it fluent
I'm consistent
I feel like I'm missin
I give you what you think of
But most shit ain't sufficient
Type of ting that like to travel
She go wherever I go
She do whatever I need
I know whatever she know
Now we something special
Good
Trench made
Islands all for nothing
Uh
6 days
Now she got a problem with the guns that's in the car
But she don't even care cause she know it get me far
Really she blame it on the passion
Spin this block and park here
You don't come out now then we gon sit right here and starve it
Niggas always hatin I'm trynna keep getting rich
And you thought I was making songs bout a bitch
Fuck that shit maybe I was
Maybe it's all for you
Calling you in the gym
Baby I'm bout to shoot
Tell her to count the cash
Cause baby I'm bout to lose it
He told you bout all them lies
I wanna give you the truth
Baby listen to me
Uh, aye-aye-aye-aye
She don't even care about this shit
She wanna be on some other shit
She blame it on the passion
Spin his block and park here
He don't come out now, then will gon' sit right here and starve here
Niggas always hatin', I'm tryna keep gettin' richer
You thought I was makin' song 'bout a bitch
Fuck that shit, maybe I was
Baby, listen to me
Baby, listen to me
I like that
Baby, listen to me
How you giving out pressure and you ain't never got pull
That boy was book smart, she took heart, now he never got school
Had tried to get back but no get back now he never not cool
Like a weirdo, she don't want me near yo
Say you be on bullshit I told her don't fear yo
Wanna get away I get away she wanna find me
And I brought the people, she don't care because she slimy
She blame it on the passion
Spin this block and park here
You don't come out now then we gon sit right here and starve it
Niggas always taking I'm trynna keep getting rich
And you thought I was making songs bout a bitch
Fuck that shit maybe I was
Maybe it's all for you
Calling you in the gym
Baby I'm bout to shoot
Tell her to count the cash
Cause baby I'm about the loot
When he told you bout all them lies
I wanna give you the truth
Baby listen to me
Like where you at I called your phone
What you was doing though
Time for me lately I know you babe who you pursuing ah
Learned a time ago you gotta know what you be doing ah
Beat that pussy up now every day you want it fluent
I'm consistent
I feel like I'm missin
I give you what you think of
But most shit ain't sufficient
Type of ting that like to travel
She go wherever I go
She do whatever I need
I know whatever she know
Now we something special
Good
Trench made
Islands all for nothing
Uh
6 days
Now she got a problem with the guns that's in the car
But she don't even care cause she know it get me far
Really she blame it on the passion
Spin this block and park here
You don't come out now then we gon sit right here and starve it
Niggas always hatin I'm trynna keep getting rich
And you thought I was making songs bout a bitch
Fuck that shit maybe I was
Maybe it's all for you
Calling you in the gym
Baby I'm bout to shoot
Tell her to count the cash
Cause baby I'm bout to lose it
He told you bout all them lies
I wanna give you the truth
Baby listen to me
Uh, aye-aye-aye-aye
She don't even care about this shit
She wanna be on some other shit
She blame it on the passion
Spin his block and park here
He don't come out now, then will gon' sit right here and starve here
Niggas always hatin', I'm tryna keep gettin' richer
You thought I was makin' song 'bout a bitch
Fuck that shit, maybe I was
Baby, listen to me
Baby, listen to me
I like that
Baby, listen to me
