Love Money Lyrics by Meek Mill is latest English song with music also given by Dato, Amore, Fuse 808. Love Money song lyrics are written by Meek Mill.
Love Money Song Detail
| Song Name: | Love Money |
| Singer: | Meek Mill |
| Composer: | Dato, Amore, Fuse 808 |
| Lyrics by: | Meek Mill |
Love Money Lyrics
If you know I did it for you
Why you ain’t pay me back?
Why you ain’t pay me back?
Why I gotta tell you I love you
So you can say it back?
Let the people manipulate you
And it made you crack
Every time that you said you needed me
I gave you racks
Ain’t no love, ain’t no love
Ain’t no love, left with my money
Ain’t no love, left with my money
Ain’t no love, left with my money
I put blood diamonds on bi*ches
Leave a blood trial of money
Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and dior
I make millions, split it with ni*gas
You know that I be on it
You know and I know, you know and I know
Gettin’ busy on a 45
Ride or die, doin a hundred
Ride or diе through the trenches
Likе I live in the hood
I took them shackles off my wrist
And then I made it ice (let’s goo)
Same people crossed me say they sorry
But they ain’t even make it right
I goo too sleep with one eye of open
It is like a way of life
Cuz in them streets
You gotta keep it rollin like we playin’ dice
No crappin’ out
Ni*gas can’t figure me out, I be on everything
You should see how it get in the house
It look like medellin
Gold chopper sit on the couch
Smokin on better things (brrt)
They seen I had holes in my heart
And they tried let it bleed
Pastor sewed it up, I’m goin up
Now ni*gas texting me
People that I grew up with
And they switched couldn’t even get next to me
Do a favor for ’em
See if they real just like my specialty
Knowin I don’t even need to pay back
Sh*t like a test for me
Sh*t like a test for me
Ni*gas testin’ me (ni*gas testin’ me
Knowin they the one that
I made specially (know that)
My mama crib like a million
My grandma crib like a buildin
I only put it on the ‘gram to give you the recipe
Ain’t no love, ain’t no love
Ain’t no love left on my money
Ain’t no love on my money
It’s just blood on the money
I put blood diamonds on bi*ches
Leave a blood trial of money
Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and dior
I make millions, split it with ni*gas
You know that I be on it
You know and I know, you know and I know
Gettin busy on a 45
Ride or die, doin a hundred
Ride or die, ride or die
Too much money comin in, I do not even count it
Maybach and the cullinan, I do not even drive it
None of y’all ni*gas can’t tell me I ain’t solid
A$$a$$ination of my character
Cuz I told you I ain’t got it
Took some millions and I buried in them in so long
That I forget ’em
Took my family and I carried us
Brought us all up from the bottom
How you gon say that I forgot you?
All them times I had to spot you
The only thing is ’bout a bi*ch
That I done hit or made swallow
Know my dad died as a rival
But I am still proud of my father
So I put prada on his baby mama
And I had to tell my youngin in the trenches
“do not you ever take no risks
You gon spend it on designer” (on designer)
Ain’t no love, ain’t no love
Ain’t no love left on this money (on this money)
It’s just blood left on this money
Blood on these bi*ches
Blood on the diamonds
Blood on the back of the twenties
Showed too much love
He got whacked in december
Ain’t no love, ain’t no love
Ain’t no love left on my money
Ain’t no love on my money
It’s just blood on the money
I put blood diamonds on bi*ches
Leave a blood trial of money
Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and dior
I make millions, split it with ni*gas
You know that I be on it
You know and I know, you know and I know
Gettin busy on a 45
Ride or die, doin’ a hundred
Ride or die, ride or die