Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame

Love Me No More

They love you when you up but they hate you when you broke nigga

Where the fuck was you when I was sleeping on the floor nigga

Back in '09 put the game in a choke nigga

Real shit and rappers took notes nigga

Time to kill this rap shit I ain't no joke nigga

They like where you been in the booth cooking coke nigga

Came back crack I just hit it with a fork nigga

Y'all must've forgot that I'm still a New York nigga, squad

I done changed the whole fucking sound of rap

All of these other nigga just a bunch of copy cats

Shout out to Khaled for making this hot song

But now that I got on it it's going right in the body bag

Niggas ain't gangsta most these niggas feminine

Fronting like they hard but we knowing that they impotent

What you trying to sell nigga I don't buy that shit

Every thing a lie nothing real in their sentences

I got real niggas in the jail serving sentences

Bitches want to know what's going on I always send them pics

Always answer all their calls they just want to reminisce

And talk about the feeling the first time a Rollie hit my wrist

Before the deals moving weight like fitness

But feel in love with rap money cause it made a nigga rich

First they love you then they don't, why you hurting nigga flip

But when you on they want to come around and reap the benefits

They ain't believe in me they said I wouldn't hit I'll miss

Look at me now I got a middle of December wrist

How you haters feel now bet you didn't picture this

Shopping sprees every day no reason for a Christmas list

got me started now I got to finish it

It's mines cause I bought these niggas just renting shit

These niggas just talking, me I'm really living it

We used to eat Ramen now it's steaks for the dinner dish

Pull up in that ghost like everyday is Halloween

These nigga jealous just like the Celtics all these niggas green

Thank God for the blessings and the real ones in my team

Balling like the Spurs in the finals trying to get a ring

Nigga you don't want no problems unless you a mathematician

I suggest you don't bother, try me if you want to

You get boped like a My aim is on track like a martyr

Real rap bang sayonara

Speak with my actions I ain't ever been a talker

Never on the bench since a youngin was a starter

Blood gang real write nigga I'm an author

Really with the shits like Nino and the Carter

Squad

Who these niggas sleeping on not me I ain't no mattress

Damn, you was an actress

Forever counting money I got a money habit

Still the same nigga only thing that changed was my address