I need more

I got rings, yea I think they're my thing yea I got lots of rings yea And she think I'm drake yea, but baby I won't sing yea And she think she loyal, yea but she's a summer fling Yea She was nothing more, open up the door Throw the cash onto the floor I'm walking out the door baby you was just a whore I got lots of guns, yea they be in the safe Yea, baby i'm not safe yea We can just go out, yea go out on a date yea You decide it that's my fate yea Yea, she just talk too much, put my name up in her face Gotta go, gotta get that cake I'm not Superman, wear a cape Run so fast, man I got the drake Mop, mop You go clean the floor, uhhh My money taller than your door Yea, and she love to adore And she call me,"Mi amor" Put on a nice fit, walk into the store I just copped some Ricks, I'm finna go cop some more