She Love Me - Travis Scott, Philly Swain

You say that you love me

And if you really love me, than go get my money

(she love me!)

'Less you heard me, you don’t know truth

Rappers played out like phoneboothes

You couldn’t fill my old shoes

Vexed cause you flexin' with my ex but she old news

Girl what you really on

Let me know if you fucking with the Philly don

Flexing hard, ain’t the one to act silly, huh?

Mami ride me like a bench, get your willy on

Say what?

girl what you really on

Let me know if you fucking with the Philly don

Flexing hard, ain’t the one to act silly, huh?

Mami ride me like a bench, get your willy on

Say word

Money, my money, she all 'bout my money

Soon as I get it, she beggin' it from me

Beg me, she beg me the way that she fuck me

Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up

Money don’t grow on trees

When your ratchet ass ask say please

How come every time you want me I sneeze

Think you last man might have had fleas-hold up

I the plans, well love is contagious

I give 'em the dick, they start acting outrageous

Then after mention the crib that I stay in

It’s comfy and so is the bed that I-hold up

Like the offseason girl, I am not playin'

My chick independent so I am not payin'

She undressed and ask me where am I staying?

You smell like a marlin, I am not a Wayan

She love me, she love me, hey

She love me, she love me

You say that you love me, than go get my money

She love me, she love me, hey

She love me, she love me

That’s why she go hard whenever she fuck me

She love me, she love me, hey

She love me, she love me

You say that you love me, than go get my money

She love me, she love me, hey

She love me, she love me

That’s why she go hard whenever she fuck me

She love me, she love me

Damn how could she not, yeah

Menage on the dot, yeah

I feed her the knots, yeah

I feed her them rocks, (La Flame, straight up)

Hold up it’s a marathon

Where the fuck my medicine

We the only ones that’s trill ain’t we?

We the only thing they feel ain’t it?

Yeah, now it’s on

Hardwood floors, marble doors, high, carnivals

Mobbin' space, in a race, we animals, in Hollywood

We way too gone (straight up)

She love me, she love me

You think that she don’t?

Might wife that lil baby

Don’t think that I won’t

Ay tell her girl I ain’t your last man

Throw that shitty attitude in the trash can

Girl I ain’t in the mood for your shitty attitude

Girl got too much mouth, Mrs. Pacman, ooh

Got too much mouth, Mrs. Pacman

Girl you got too much mouth, Mrs. Pacman

Told her I ain’t in the mood for your shitty attitude

Girl you have too much mouth, Mrs. Pacman, ooh

She love me, she love me, hey

She love me, she love me

You say that you love me, than go get my money

She love me, she love me, hey

She love me, she love me

That’s why she go hard whenever she fuck me

She love me, she love me, hey

She love me, she love me

You say that you love me, than go get my money

She love me, she love me, hey

She love me, she love me

That’s why she go hard whenever she fuck me