Ray Charles - Slim Thug, BeatKing

I’m in love, I’m in — I’m in — love, I’m in — I’m in — love with that paper

Fuck these niggas

Middle fingers up, middle fingers up to a hater

I don’t see these niggas man Ray Charles

All my bitches bad and they hate ya’ll

All these forgies are like acorns

Never fall off nigga, straight ball

I’m in love, I’m in — I’m in — love, I’m in — I’m in — love with that paper

Fuck these niggas

Middle fingers up, middle fingers up to a hater

I don’t see these niggas man Ray Charles

All my bitches bad and they hate ya’ll

All these forgies are like acorns

Never fall off nigga, straight ball

I’m in love

I’m in love with that paper

Middle fingers up to my haters

I’m on the penthouse outta Vegas

On that ranch with no neighbours

Please don’t ask me for favours

I work too hard when you was lazy

I was up all night taking flights

Get my grind on you was lazy

Stop staring at a nigga crazy

What you staring at would amaze

I see you came up from the pavement

Should be proud a street nigga made it

Fuck you sitting on waiting on a new case

Then a probation

I’d rather be in a drop top with a bad bitch at the gas station

Filling up with that 93, beeing where ya’ll trying to be

H Town down west by the gallery you might find the G

SMoking up by the street

Valley grade that the player made

Sip, drink Moe then next Spade

Don’t be about till I see my grade

I’m in love, I’m in — I’m in — love, I’m in — I’m in — love with that paper

Fuck these niggas

Middle fingers up, middle fingers up to a hater

I don’t see these niggas man Ray Charles

All my bitches bad and they hate ya’ll

All these forgies are like acorns

Never fall off nigga, straight ball

I’m in love, I’m in — I’m in — love, I’m in — I’m in — love with that paper

Fuck these niggas

Middle fingers up, middle fingers up to a hater

I don’t see these niggas man Ray Charles

All my bitches bad and they hate ya’ll

All these forgies are like acorns

Never fall off nigga, straight ball

I’m in love

I don’t see these niggas

Don’t wanna be these niggas

I’m just being me nigga

Keeping it G nigga

I’m still that niga

That real ass nigga

That ain’t over hating on nobody

Still out here with guerillas

Still smoke weed with the killers

Still get paid from the dealers

Still getting that game and guess what?

I’m still the trillest

But only real fellas

It’s the hustle talk

And while you over there hating

I just got the band out the vault

To pull up my new house

Still coming high like a motherfuckin boss

You niggas out here looking lost

Some of the hustlas mad cause they ass fell off

Got two bad bitches butt naked in the bed

Waiting on a nigga to knock em out

Got a 50 milligram blue pill that’ll make shelly

Cut em up and sell them

I’m in love, I’m in — I’m in — love, I’m in — I’m in — love with that paper

Fuck these niggas

Middle fingers up, middle fingers up to a hater

I don’t see these niggas man Ray Charles

All my bitches bad and they hate ya’ll

All these forgies are like acorns

Never fall off nigga, straight ball

I’m in love, I’m in — I’m in — love, I’m in — I’m in — love with that paper

Fuck these niggas

Middle fingers up, middle fingers up to a hater

I don’t see these niggas man Ray Charles

All my bitches bad and they hate ya’ll

All these forgies are like acorns

Never fall off nigga, straight ball

I’m in love