MIA (feat. 44 Bird)

Yeah, I been in the zone Took a trip now I'm back Baby where the love at Yeah, got a lot of hating motherfuckers praying for my downfall Damn where the love at Yeah, if I see 'em in the streets Leave 'em M.I.A. like Dan Marino Got the heat like Al Pacino I make dinero I'm a damn casino Like oooh at the function going crazy It's a thriller like Quincy Yeah, we gettin' real lit of them drinks Pouring up like Pimp C Pouring up, pouring up Bad bih throwing ass in the club Spilling drink out my glass, out my cup In my bag I don't really give a f*ck Where did all the love go? If you try to cheat then we done, hoe Baby where the love at? Lookin' at my cup where the drugs at Where the love at? Cheatin' on me then I'm grabbin' my gatt If I showed you love then would you show it back? I'm quittin' the drugs and I ain't turnin' back I'm droppin' R.U. and I'm making it stack I'm with Kalon Mac and I'm on the track My skin color white but my voice is all black You shootin' your shot but her Instagram hacked I'm grabbin' my gun and I aim at your hat Better than me boy you tweakin' off crack 44 bullets inside of my mag I grab on her waist and I hit from the back Aye, at the function ladies goin' crazy And all my homies get one for them later One hoe, one more, I'm feelin' like Winfrey If my team ain't eating, I ain't winnin' So, give me my flowers like tulips I been flowin' like cruise ships since a lil jit Got a bih from Moscow I call her Grew Goose chick Yeah, with them loose lips And she wearing Burberry sparkly dress and it's see through I got grande money with some playboy bunnies That's why your bih with me, this ain't nothin' new I'm a gentleman, I f*ck her then leave in the morn' Cause I ain't got the time of day to try and mend a whore I'm on the coast of Newport in Aventador If my homies come on over, bring a friend or more Yeah, we some wild cats like Villanova Yeah, I been in the zone Took a trip now I'm back Baby where the love at Yeah, got a lot of hating motherfuckers praying for my downfall Damn where the love at Yeah, if I see 'em in the streets Leave 'em M.I.A. like Dan Marino Got the heat like Al Pacino I make dinero I'm a damn casino Like oooh at the function going crazy It's a thriller like Quincy Yeah, we gettin' real lit of them drinks Pouring up like Pimp C Pouring up, pouring up Bad bih throwing ass in the club Spilling drink out my glass, out my cup In my bag I don't really give a f*ck