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lovele$ - no regrets lyrics

[intro: lovele$$]
all money good
all money good forever, n-gga, taha
g-g-g-good work, charlie

[chorus: lovele$$]
plug and no connect
gotta show respect (spect)
calculator, make sure everything correct (everything correct)
blow a check, diamonds chokin’ on my neck (neck)
tell the plug that i got everything on deck (nah)

[post-chorus: lovele$$]
back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
rack it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
back it up, back it up, back it up
no regrets

[verse 1: lovele$$]
sorry, i don’t do ferrari’s
i prefer fish scale over calamari
money machines (money machines), buyin’ millies (buyin’ millies)
slangin’ things (slangin’ things), while the trap phone singing (yeah, yeah)
burnin’ hundred dollar bills just to see the smoke (hoo)
this for all you n-ggas that wanna see me broke (i know you mad)
all the paper chasers f-ck with me the long way (way)
throwin’ up dollar signs ’cause everything the hard way
bueno, bueno
you can smell it sh- cookin’ in the hallway
did it my way, never did it y’all way
saran wrap (saran wrap), vacuum seal (vacuum seal)
rolex (rolex), s-x appeal
lovele$$

[post-chorus: lovele$$ & lil yachty]
back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
rack it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
back it up, back it up, back it up
i don’t know what you expect (know what you expect)
no regrets (yeah), everything for fame
back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
rack it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
back it up, back it up, back it up (yeah)
lil boat, lil boat
no regrets

[verse 2: lil yachty]
felipe the wrist, wrist on temper tantrum (yeah)
i might cop a mansion (mansion)
diamonds steady dancin’ (dancin’)
aquafina soul train gang, what’s my name? (woo)
b-tch, you be talkin’ too much, stay up in your lane? (lil boat)
ayy, spread your hand, that’s how many cars i got (aye, five)
ayy, spread both your hands, that’s how much i made last year (made last year, aye)
and i’m only twenty-years-old, take a bad b-tch off the stripper pole (yeah)
pullin’ up to the citgo with only need six bucks and a vanilla cone
brrr, don’t call my phone (bueno)
my new b-tch thick like a haribone (gang)
give me real diamonds, them cv stones
swervin’ the whip ’round them traffic cones (skrrt)
and i’m good in every hood and every place (yeah)
i show love to every n-gga in every state (gang)

- lovele lyrics

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