Boaz - Love Me For That lyrics

rate me

Yea

I’m on my lama shit right now

Go

I put the hood in your face

They love me for that

We pop bottles by the case

They love me for that

These bitches know I got taste and they love me for that

Yo Bo Bay, it’s your turn to bring the hustlers back

Well let’s get it, I put all the shoes, the ship’s fitted

The life chose me, how could I ever forget it

How could you knock a hustler when you ain’t ever did it

Say money ain’t everything cuz you ain’t never get it boy

Sad to say (what’s that?)

That most of us wouldn’t have offspring if we knew we have to pay

And you know it ain’t no way (no way)

I’m workin’ 9 to 5 out here for the average pay

I’m still American dreamin’

That’s still about 50 caps that’s gleamin’

Got these characters schemin’

But I ain’t worried ‘bout ‘em (nah)

Tell me to the spot, put him in the scope

Line him with the dot, tell me when to go

We come up from the bottom so we handle shit differently

Been layin’ low, I know the gang been missin’ me

They used to be hustlin’ so relentlessly

I told ‘em I’m slowly transitioning to the industry

I put the hood in your face

They love me for that

We pop bottles by the case

They love me for that

These bitches know I got taste and they love me for that

Yo Bo Bay, it’s your turn to bring the hustlers back

Okay look, first you gotta understand the resurrection

Got all the hustlers moving in the set direction

We handle our business with no recollection

Just memories, pray for all my enemies

And by the end of the night, we drinkin’ all the Hennessey

This a victory toast, this year we’ll make history

Point blank, we on the rise

I’mma bring it back for the hustlers right before your eyes

At the label serving niggas quarter pies

See I’m organized enough to make corporate ties

And we ain’t book smart, but we hood smart

Watch me, I keep dropping jewels to the hustler

I put the hood in your face

They love me for that

We pop bottles by the case

They love me for that

These bitches know I got taste and they love me for that

Yo Bo Bay, it’s your turn to bring the hustlers back

I mean damn it feel good to be a hustler

What cloth you cut from? What block you come from?

And where I’m from you gotta go hard but you can’t just go hard

You gotta go down hard and then harder

Like Mino after Carter or Mike the Godfather

A snoopy dog father took me to young father

I see niggas that was holdin’ the city

Have runs that were shorter that Bob Collins

I put the hood in your face

They love me for that

We pop bottles by the case

They love me for that

These bitches know I got taste and they love me for that

Yo Bo Bay, it’s your turn to bring the hustlers back