Juice WRLD — Fell In Love

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