Juice WRLD - Love Over There (V2)

[Intro]
Count it up, then grab the rubber bands
I just spent that on a pair of pants

[Chorus]
Count it up, then grab the rubber bands
I just spent that on a pair of pants
I remember I was buying Vans
Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance
I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan
Shorty wanna fuck, I told her that it all depends
Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'ma live my life like an oasis
I remember strugglin', rappin' in a basement
Came up on them M's, with no job application
I guess all your hard work ain't payin' off, yeah
Girl, if you come over, gotta take it off, yeah
I don't pay for pussy, but I break it off, yeah
Hit it, then I quit it, girl, that's all I want
I have you addictеd like the drugs I'm on
Treat my lovе like the Perc's, pop it for me, go berserk
Spent ten on a shirt, you don't wanna know the work
Saving hoes never works, fuck, do I look like a church?
Still got a big heart, it's a gift and a curse

[Chorus]
Count it up, then grab the rubber bands
I just spent that on a pair of pants
I remember I was buying Vans
Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance
I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan
Shorty wanna fuck, I told her that it all depends
Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah

[Verse 2]
Ganja in my Backwood, Perky in my system
Niggas talking dumb, I'll up that choppa, I won't miss 'em
All these bitches suckin' dick, but these niggas be kissin' 'em
All I know is stack the money up, you know I'm gettin' it
VVS my wrist, huh, gold on it like piss, uh
You could suck a dick, if you ain't 'bout runnin' up this, uh
I stay in my lane ho', I ain't never switch
Nine-teen years old, grown man shit
No father in my life, I'm on my own man shit
Ayy, fuck the bank, money, count it up, bandit, uh
Stain gang, take yo' shit, I guess I'm a bandit
Too much sauce for these hoes, they can't handle it
I can't have these hoes either, they be scandalous
I'm gon' beat it up, destroy it, like I vandal'd it
Aiming at your suit, cannot wear no candles, kid, yeah
Huh, ayy, add it, up
That lil', ho', she a, fuck she a slut
Tu—pac hit 'em, up
Ambu—lance, pick 'em, up
I remember when my heart was broke
So was my pockets though
Now, I got a couple M's in my bank account, like—
I can't hear you talking, ho'
Fendi, Gucci, Louis in my closet, ho'
I walk up in Chase, fifty k, make a deposit, ho'
They still take it in when the bank is closed
Came into the bank with a big load
Niggas iffy, uh, sticky tucked, Gummo
Closet really lookin' like a gun show
Not in my house, lil' ho
Feel like Mutombo
Up, right, left, right, X and Y
Hit 'em with a combo
Niggas, they testify
You's a snitch, ho'

[Chorus]
Count it up, then grab the rubber bands
I just spent that on a pair of pants
I remember I was buying Vans
Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance
I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan
Shorty wanna fuck, I told her that it all depends
Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah

[Verse 3]
My bedroom a strip club, baby, take it off
I don't pay for pussy, but I bet I'll break you off
I be sippin' codeine whenever I got a cough
Rockin' Fendi shoes while standin' over a loft
Hit Saks Fifth, almost spent ten
Pull up on 'em with that-
I'm gon' fuck her, then I'll fuck her best friend
My best friend, the new Smith & Wesson
Yeah, yeah
She from Toronto
I fucked that bitch in my condo, don't let her mom know
Servin' that shit like cilantro out of the condo
Yeah, ayy
AB&B, ho'
You can't see, ho'
They wanna see me, ho'
I wanna be rich, but you a wannabe, ho'
Ran up checks quick
Couple m's, bitch
I'm a Em', bitch
Shady money, no slim, bitch

[Chorus]
Count it up, then grab the rubber bands
I just spent that on a pair of pants
I remember I was buying Vans
Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance
I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan
Shorty wanna fuck, I told her that it all depends
Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah