MIA ft. 44 Bird Lyrics

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 fuck

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 fuck 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 fuck