Love Me How
(That's Chucks)
I heard she was a good girl, woman of substance
Don't know how you got me and all my trust in reluctance
I mean love in abundance
Your body and your waist, the circumference
You stay on my mind, I mean play on my conscience
She said, "This is all you need," you wanna make me a husband
I said, "That's the consequences of stayin' a hundred"
Don't worry what he got her, I'll get you a hundred
Don't worry where he took her, I'll love you in London
She said there's hoes in my comments, she's embarrassed
So I took her to Chanel out in Paris
We're in Bottega tryna make it balance
I gotta win 'cause I'm a man with many talents
I'll put your neck, wrist, ears on carats
'Cause lovin' me ain't easy like steerin' backwards
I told her, "Take that and put it under your mattress"
One man to your pum, you're only givin' me access
Fuck her with my chains on 'cause she my Hollywood actress
She's always actin' up, but that's a little attractive
Your friends in the background stabbin' them adlibs
I wonder if you'd keep comin' back if I was average
I guess we'll never know now
I've come too far to turn back
I'm goin' too fast to slow down
I know when you're in that place, I can see it in your face
I need to say something profound
Like, let's make a list of pros and cons
But let's not talk about my hoes and wrongs
And let's not talk about our broken bond
Remember we was sippin' liquor where the ocean was
Love me, how? I don't know what that emotion costs
You seen me lose good women, seen me cope with loss
That's my nanny and my aunty, they raised me in a broken home
On a broken block
But you see me take the pieces and build this up
And when your cup was half-empty, I filled it up
You picked up your cocktail with your French tips
Come here, let me get a French kiss by the Eiffel
You can call me "psycho," your man without a title
She know I'm a boss like little brother Michael
For the family, I'm ridin'
Sorry, I can't help but get a little homicidal, baby
You can indulge, but don't be entitled, baby
Just climb on and ride me till you tidal-wave me
And I'ma get you both, but the black ones are nicer, baby
I know I fucked up and you're right to hate me
You can put it on me, I will take the blame
I can't trust my own shadow and my mind betrays me
But that ain't even what I'm tryna say
If you need me, you can hit me in the night or day