"Lovey Dovey" lyrics
YNW Melly, YNW Bortlen & Ynw4L Lyrics
(feat. Toosii)
Shawty say she miss me but she don't know
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in, knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fuck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in, knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fuck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in
It's all about the grind, feelings don't fit in
Shawty say she miss me but I ain't tryna miss these bands
I don't want no kisses, bae, I'm tryna get my money up
Broken heart, no love, quick to cut a bitch off
Pull up, we get missing, we in the wind
I wanna get head
She talking 'bout all these hoes, I told her, ho, what's up
Groupie, you, girl, that's what come with
You see blue, yeah, that come with it
These hoes see something wrong with it
If you fuck with me, gotta grind with me
You flake then you gotta go, 'cause shotta 'bout to blow
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in, knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fuck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in, knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fuck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in
Rich in the meantime, I ain't mean nothing
Dripping in Celine, now you Celine, no
You the baddest I done ever seen when I ain't seen you
Them other bitches wanna be you
Clocked in, you know I'm ready to make the block spin
Convertible, don't know where the top is
And I can't remember the last time I ever heard the clock tick
This a Rolex, don't hear the clock tick, yeah
Boss bitch but you ain't mine
I can't be lovey-dovey, I'm tryna fuck all the time, yeah
I tell the truth, yeah, you divine
But shit, me too, I hit it good and then I lick on your spine
Aye, I got my weight up
Now a nigga only think 'bout paper
Aye, it used to be me and you
I was tryna ball like a Laker
From the 315 like Dion Waiters
You got a country accent but you not from Decatur
You know what it is
Girl, what you need? 'Cause I'm a cater
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in, knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fuck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in, knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fuck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in
It's all about the grind, feelings don't fit in
Shawty say she miss me but I ain't tryna miss these bands
I don't want no kisses, bae, I'm tryna get my money up
Broken heart, no love, quick to cut a bitch off
Pull up, we get missing, we in the wind
I wanna get head
She talking 'bout all these hoes, I told her, ho, what's up
Groupie, you, girl, that's what come with
You see blue, yeah, that come with it
These hoes see something wrong with it
If you fuck with me, gotta grind with me
You flake then you gotta go, 'cause shotta 'bout to blow
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in, knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fuck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in
Even if she say she love me, I can't give in, knowing I can't love
I just wanna be friends and fuck
I ain't tryna tie you down and be your man
All about this money, and love can't fit in
Rich in the meantime, I ain't mean nothing
Dripping in Celine, now you Celine, no
You the baddest I done ever seen when I ain't seen you
Them other bitches wanna be you
Clocked in, you know I'm ready to make the block spin
Convertible, don't know where the top is
And I can't remember the last time I ever heard the clock tick
This a Rolex, don't hear the clock tick, yeah
Boss bitch but you ain't mine
I can't be lovey-dovey, I'm tryna fuck all the time, yeah
I tell the truth, yeah, you divine
But shit, me too, I hit it good and then I lick on your spine
Aye, I got my weight up
Now a nigga only think 'bout paper
Aye, it used to be me and you
I was tryna ball like a Laker
From the 315 like Dion Waiters
You got a country accent but you not from Decatur
You know what it is
Girl, what you need? 'Cause I'm a cater
Writer(s): David McDowell, Teun Bauhuis, Naujour Lazier Grainger, Cortlen Henry, Gideon Alan Beck
