MAVI - ​Love, of Money lyrics

Yeah, yeah
No self control on my own, alone in
Niggas to loathe when the money go missing
Yeah in my wallet, in my rib cage
I love love enough for comfort
Knowing money go with it
I told her whether you like it or not
This thing of ours tied in a knot
I can't hold it no more
I don't think these venules supposed
To hold venom or
I don't think exposure to this
Cold is for a nigga, Boy
I don't even know if all these
Probes is worth bigger toys
I be talking shit that it
Ain't English words fitting for
I be in the bottom of the barrel
In the studio was raised in
Just consumed in my vocation
That or loopy in rotation, that or
In the oven shooting movies
With some brothers
Youthful stupor 'cross our faces, ayy, man
No self control on my own, alone in niggas
To loathe when the money go missing, Yeah
In my wallet, in my rib cage
I love love enough for comfort
Knowing money go knowing money go with it