Juice WRLD - Fell In Love (Stem Edit) lyrics

I fell in love with the paper
Then the guap came
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that bitch
She love cocaine
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the
Money, then the guap came, yeah
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came (hell yeah)
I fell in love with her pussy
She love cocaine
Too bad we don't like the same things uh

Ain't no Timbеrland, I boot it up
(yeah, ayy)
One second, it's lеave me 'lone
Then, I don't want to be alone
Yeah, I want you to leave me 'lone
I feel like a boss, bitch, you're fired
You laid off a killer at heart, bitch
I feel like I'm Adolf
In the cut, my AK on me, I'm goin let it off
Don't believe me try me, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get it off its got a 45 bitch, yeah
With a 9 bitch, you know you ain't my bitch
You's a sidekick
You know you ain't my bitch
You's a sidekick
I still make her ride it like a bike
I get ghost up in that Ghost, huh
Yeah, I do the most
Brag up on 'em, and I boast, yeah
Pop a bottle, pop a model
Same thing in my eyes
Run up on me, 40 on me, leave you traumatized
Yeah yeah, ay

I fell in love with the paper
Then the guap came
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that bitch
She love cocaine
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the
Money, then the guap came, yeah
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came (hell yeah)
I fell in love with her pussy
She love cocaine
Too bad we don't like the same things uh

Catch a body gang, that's
What we about, yeah, ayy
Off the molly gang, at your bitch house, uh
Ayy
Got the whole gang at your bitch house, uh
Ayy
Did our whole thing at your bitch house, yeah
I ain't never ever lacking, uh, huh, huh
40 on me, yeah, I smack it, uh, huh, huh
Told you I ain't with the lacking, uh, huh
Huh
Yeah, I be pistol packing, yeah, huh, huh
Yeah, I go through these phases, It’s
Amazing, this bitch drive me crazy
Like Mercedes
Crash the Mercedes, smash your lady
On the daily, fuck nigga don’t play me
Fuck nigga I play for keeps, on
The scene I spray then leave
These niggas won’t let me be, these
Niggas won’t let me breathe
Run up on me I make em bleed, got a gun on my
Hip fall back, got a choppa
In the trunk fall back, ayy

I fell in love with the paper
Then the guap came
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that bitch
She love cocaine
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the
Money, then the guap came, yeah
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came (hell yeah)
I fell in love with her pussy
She love cocaine
Too bad we don't like the same things uh