Young Thug, Strick - Love Lost lyrics

Let me know
Goin' to get this money, no love lost
Driving to that Lamb, it's sayonara, yeah
Driving in my bitch from Tokyo
Samurai sword, cut the diamonds on my charm
Put that play in motion, watch 'em go
Take it off your chest, we heavily armed
Yeah no TSA, fly like the airforce
Get rich or die broke
Nigga it's your choice

Never been number two even though
They say I'm the shit
Getting topped up from a broad
That look like Pamela yeah, anderson
If he talking then we duct
Tape him and his son
Laying out them carbon-15's
Sound like engine
Ain't cars in the door, I'm just marathon
I got hoes 'round the globe, wide area
I told her bring her girl, we can improvise
No from rags to riches, I was chosen
Oh, the riches, don't make me ride solo

Let me know
Goin' to get this money, no love lost
Driving to that Lamb, it's sayonara, yeah
Driving in my bitch from Tokyo
Samurai sword, cut the diamonds on my charm
Put that play in motion, watch 'em go
Take it off your chest, we heavily armed
Yeah no TSA, fly like the airforce
Get rich or die broke
Nigga it's your choice

D'usse on my wrist
That means my diamonds are black
I pop a Tesla then have a heart attack
(slatt slatt slatt)
On all of my bitches, make 'em say free Yak
(free Yak)
I got too many bitches on dick and
My chest and my motherfuckin' back
(my motherfuckin' back) , yeah
I'm perpetrating again
I'm on the Tesla and the Lamb
I got racist friends
And they dead but I don't give no damn
I got fifty dollar bills today and
I'm in the pink slip (what?)
I got chips, i told Strick to take the
Run and grab the dip (grab it)
While he at it I told
Him grab some rubber bands (twenty racks)
2009 I was in a Rover, not a Sedan (skrrt)
These ain't e mail killers
Nigga we don't spam (killers)
'Bout to put lambskin rugs in the Lamb

Let me know
Goin' to get this money, no love lost
Driving to that Lamb, it's sayonara, yeah
Driving in my bitch from Tokyo
Samurai sword, cut the diamonds on my charm
Put that play in motion, watch 'em go
Take it off your chest, we heavily armed
Yeah no TSA, fly like the airforce
Get rich or die broke
Nigga it's your choice

Went to get a bag
I had to take a risk for it
I just want my wrist to shine like sunrise
Six in the morning
I just told my mama I stay prayed up
I know the day was coming
Double up all them commas on them checks
Even though they say we couldn't
Damn, all this sauce, I
Could've been a cook, yeah
That's a bar, me and Dilla doing good, yeah
Niggas caught on, niggas was sleep
Damn I might have to charge a late fee
Ain't trusting none of these niggas
That F&N got no safety rap saved me
I'm just doing what I'm 'posed to do
Nigga how the fuck you hate me?
Could've been you, could've been you
Could've been us but I couldn't
Never let you play me

Let me know
Goin' to get this money, no love lost
Driving to that Lamb, it's sayonara, yeah
Driving in my bitch from Tokyo
Samurai sword, cut the diamonds on my charm
Put that play in motion, watch 'em go
Take it off your chest, we heavily armed
Yeah no TSA, fly like the airforce
Get rich or die broke
Nigga it's your choice