Rich Homie Quan — Lover Boy

[Intro] I ain’t trynna love her I hate she got a man back home But I ain’t trynna love her, boy [Hook] I get money, don’t get mad Get money, don’t get mad Get money, don’t get mad I ain’t trynna cuff her Yeah, I will never love her boy Yeah, ‘cause I am not no lover boy Lover boy, I heard that ass in trouble boy Yeah, I heard that ass in trouble, boy I might fuck her, but I will never love her, boy We call him ass kisser, AKA Lover Boy [Verse] I don’t love her if she ain’t got money, boy And I don’t touch her if they ain’t them hundreds, boy I don’t cuff her if they ain’t them commas, boy She wanna fuck me ‘cause her boyfriend is a momma’s boy She wanna suck me ‘cause she heard I taste like Almond Joy She can’t stand them broke niggas so she falling for A real nigga like me, who she calling for She got a man at home, but I bought that in her closet for her I red bottom her heels She turns heads at the press night Give a fuck how she feels I Macbook her laptop Fat knot, skinny jeans Her man get mad ‘cause she playing my song I love that ho, but goddamn she got a man at home! [Bridge] I got some secrets that I’d like to tell you about me I fell in love with another nigga’s big shawty And she go all out for me like a [?] She got a man at home but I ain’t tripping though [Hook]