[Lyric] I Luv3 M3 (Vi City)

CHORUS

All my jewelry real, bitches is bad

Cars go vroom, we get a bag

Look here I made it mama, we from the set

Niggas making excuses, I do not respect

See I love me, I love me

I love me, I love me

I love me, I love me

I love me, I love me



VERSE 1

Uh, Bad lil bitch with body laying in my bed

Papers for my diamonds laying on my dresser

When you broke they roll they eyes respond with yeah

I ain't your man I’m daddy bitch you must respond with yessir

Vi, ain't no debate I use to eat off the bass

Now I just speak on the bass

And I make that shit round and give y'all more reason to hate

Still I’m no joke but think its a joke

And you could get smoked like this weed when it's shake

I drive the Aston like it’s a Caddy moving slow motion no reason to race

I let you see it and motivate you could be great

My dinner is 500 a plate

If its a meeting you better come solo don’t bring your little date
This not a rollie bro this is a frank

No knock to rollie that look is ok

Price of this watch is a college tuition

No glisten no diamonds no bling in the face, yeah



CHORUS

All my jewelry real, bitches is bad

Cars go vroom, we get a bag

Look here I made it mama, we from the set

Niggas making excuses, I do not respect

See I love me, I love me

I love me, I love me

I love me, I love me
I love me, I love me



VERSE 2


Go, Mama I made it dues I paid it

Rich hood nigga tags outdated

On top of the game, like I was Tracy

Certified popper, I give it I gave it

100 shots in the short sleeve lack

KSBGE Knock shit back

Mr. tell it you the Jakes you da rat

PSI seen the paper it's facts

Trying to stay humble with all of this money

This comma these commas are coming up under you

I used to stand at the store yeah from monday to sunday

On mondays I be with the zombies

Life a gamble I don't see me cramping out

I don't trust nothing got my banger out

Band on me nigga I can stand a drought

Love me they keep my name in they mouth

Bag, And the lil bitch with me bad

Way better than the last

Hellcat cash it's coming in fast

Amiri the jeans 1200 the tag, look

It lowered the truffle, I told em to plug me

The money put them in disguise

They fake like they love me



CHORUS

See all my jewelry real, bitches is bad

Cars go vroom, we get a bag

Look here I made it Mama, we from the set

Niggas making excuses, I do not respect

See I love me, I love me

I love me, I love me

I love me, I love me

I love me, I love me