Jim Jones, Kobe - Love Me No More lyrics

Now how you gon' tell me you
Don't love me no more?
(How you gon' tell me that?)
'Cause I'm out here gettin' this bread
(You hatin' on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my momma a crib
(Shit don't even sound right)
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the hood talkin' 'bout they
Don't need me no more
(What you want me, stuck
In the ghetto? Listen, i'ma get out)
'Cause a motherfucker push that GT
(Then you what
I'ma come back for the niggas
Need to be reached for)
It's a problem tryna take that from me
(You niggas is slippin')
'Cause I'm packin' heavy metal, uh huh

I hear the streets talking funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha)
Tell 'em keep talkin' funny
(keep talkin' funny)
I'm a keep talkin' money (yup)
And all different types (what)
The yens and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga, just for spite
Push the Bentley 'round town (sparrows)
Trippin' in ice, I still be up town (Harlem)
I hear 'em kickin' up dirt on my name
(so what?) but I could clean 'em up
Like detergent on a stain
Or I'll beam 'em up
We got birdies on the chain (easy)
Respect my mind or respect my grind
(cause what)
Gone to the bank when it's check signing time
(okay)
It's Teterboro when it's jet flying time
(clear-port)
And we so thorough, we the set fly or die
(Dip Set)
The bitches funny, I'm talkin' 'bout life
(yup) it was Sunday to Sunday on
New York's chilly nights (that's right)
And we was hungry nauseas for a bite
But if the world's apple pie of
Course you want a slice (yup)

Now how you gon' tell me you
Don't love me no more?
(How you gon' tell me that?)
'Cause I'm out here gettin' this bread
(You hatin' on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my momma a crib
(Shit don't even sound right)
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the hood talkin' 'bout they
Don't need me no more
(What you want me, stuck
In the ghetto? Listen, i'ma get out)
'Cause a motherfucker push that GT
(Then you what
I'ma come back for the niggas
Need to be reached for)
It's a problem tryna take that from me
(You niggas is slippin')
'Cause I'm packin' heavy metal
(Jones) , uh huh

Heard somebody speak my name
But death was next to it (pray for me)
My next breath was let's do it (kid)
Got me runnin' through the game with
My vest and my best shooters (who's next)
Best of event VVS and best ya jewelers
(new year)
Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets chewed up
(get 'em) and I'm tryna kill the pain
With like two sluts (what's up, baby?)
Use to say money ain't a thang to I blew up
(what?) then money's everything
But that thang can break your crew up
(true stills) where did love go? (where?)
And where does that leave us? (where we at?)
They holdin' grudges on how they receive us
(fasho)
And show the judges on how they perceive us
Hate to see a thug nigga
Whip the foreign features (ballin')
Secretary's that Condoleza (yup)
Cash first, secondary we use the visa
(uh huh)
Blast first, never worry about police cuffs
(nope) you either leave us or you free us
I need money

Now how you gon' tell me you
Don't love me no more?
(How you gon' tell me that?)
'Cause I'm out here gettin' this bread
(You hatin' on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my momma a crib
(Shit don't even sound right)
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the hood talkin' 'bout they
Don't need me no more
(What you want me, stuck
In the ghetto? Listen, i'ma get out)
'Cause a motherfucker push that GT
(Then you what
I'ma come back for the niggas
Need to be reached for)
It's a problem tryna take that from me
(You niggas is slippin')
'Cause I'm packin' heavy metal, uh huh