NEVER GET OVER YOU – Philthy Rich Lyrics
(Reece, take 'em to church)
I've been feelin' you for real, mama, ain't got no drama with you
You bringin' peace to my life, ain't tryna stop it with you
Baby, time is of the essence, know I gotta get you (Know I gotta get you)
I bust you down pound for pound, that is not the issue
Whose shit I think I might be boo'd up (What?)
But I'm a P and I ain't forcin' shit when you choose up
You know my body, I'm a gangster, and this shit I do stuff (I do stuff, yeah)
Yeah, we the B's, you choose me, you choose us, baby
I don't need another bitch, what you waitin' for? (What you waitin' for?)
I know you ready, I'm that nigga that you waitin' on
And I don't take you as a woman that done play it close
Don't say a word when you want it, bae, just play the song
Yeah, let me fuck you all night (Yeah)
Got you locked, baby, I'm just tryna show you 'bout thе life
I get off Don Julio and cruise to a flight
Havе my geeked off this pill and this Don, yeah, I might be (Yeah, I might be)
Yeah, and they don't like me then fuck niggas
Got you boo'd up and since then, you don't fuck with 'em
Know the politics and I don't politic with fuck niggas (Yeah)
And I don't trust bitches, but for you, I'm in love with it, yeah
B's, B's, B's
Never get over you
Get me high, baby, get me high, baby
Never get over you
Yeah, somethin' new, baby
Somethin' new, baby
Her past situations she was boo'd up
Fell in love with this -ism, made her choose up
Addicted to this lifestyle, everything above average
I accepted all her flaws and all her baggage
Chanel, Cali bags, Christian Louboutins
After me, bitch, it ain't no movin' on
My bitch fuckin' me right so she helpin' me win
Shopping sprees at the Aria, Ceasars and win
Maybach, Bentayga, Urus, Cullinan
You can have the double R and the double M
Our first gettogether we made a couple M's
I made you change your phone number and cut off all your friends
To keep it real, I'm all you need in the end
All I need is my bitch in this life of sin
All I need is Red Bull with this '42
If you spoilin' me, bitch, then I'm spoilin' you
Your ex-nigga ain't got nothin' on
He ain't put you in position, ain't did nothin' for you
My ex-bitch ain't got nothin' on you
I told that bitch don't hit my line if she ain't got nothin' for me
It's Philthy
B's, B's, B's
Never get over you
Get me high, baby, get me high, baby
Never get over you
Yeah, somethin' new, baby
Somethin' new, baby
Baby bad, you're my boo, baby
Can't see nobody else with you, baby
Throat dick, I give it to you, have you goin' crazy
Put you in a Benz, I keep you in the latest
Gave you a son, I'ma keep it in, I want another baby
Put a Carti' on your wrist for all them times you felt I played you
No, I ain't mean it, told you I ain't mean to play you
First date I picked you up, I had a Drakey, you with 50
Told you, "Quit your job, let's have another baby"
You ain't gotta worry 'bout bitches, they just pay me
Get it out a square, ain't pick her, she just paid me
Put you in Dior, I keep you in the latest
Book a flight, go out the way like where you wanna go I'll take you
Can't nobody fuck like you, let's make a baby
Booked the flight, we on an island in Jamaica
Can't nobody love you like I do, your last tried to play you
Put you in the Benz, I keep you in the latest
Gave you a son, I'ma keep it in, I want another baby
Put a Carti' on your wrist for all them times you felt I played you
