I Love It - Young Zee

Yeah, 1−5 game, y’all know I get money

And the bitch in my whip make my 15s look like 20s

It’s out of control how I manage the hoes

Give them so much Xanax in rolls, they snap off their clothes

She pass out like Ana Nicole

I put my whole hand in her hole

Stand up and go

Don’t think I’m soft

See I joke around I’m playful

That big four-fifth give me the power of Grayskull

I’m young He-Man, come jump out three vans

Gang of Haitians white Puerto Ricans and Koreans

They keep squeezin, them thugs come and start

Dudes get shook like there no blood pumped to their heart

I got freaks calling me I don’t need eHarmony

I beat and fall asleep

While they bleed all on my sheets

You just light up a blunt and it’s nothing

It makes your chick come want to suck dick in public and I love it

Oh, 1−5, Young, I’m deep in the trade and barter

Over wavy water, I’m from Dade in Florida

Cocaine we chartered on planes with foreigners

My gang 300 deep like the gang from Sparta

Yeah I’m known for smashing your

After I hit it I jump back in the Civic

Pop shit, I’ll be back in a minute

Put holes in your Acura

Like Dracula did it

Just from flippin them pies, I got girls look better than Nicki Minaj give my

dick a massage

And a kiss on the sides

Yeah 1−5 no clique spittings more official than outs

When I spit it I’m like Chris in his prime

Pick one, Chris Wallace or Chris Parker

Nobody spits harder and I love it