That's Why Lofi - Armaan Puar

I got 'em, I got 'em I got 'em (Zamn, Lamb, what you doin' with that?) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (Roll it up) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (Got my thing on me) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (Got it on me) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (I trap and I) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (And I drink, and I drink, drink) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (I got mine) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (I got mine, do you got yours?) I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em I got all kinds All type of sticks and it ain't no lie Nigga wanna play, I'ma pull up with fire Draco, AR-15 with the beam on Y'all ain't gon' wanna play, bro You like stay home (Bro, you like stay home, yeah) Yeah, loaded full, loaded paper, loaded baked potato (Yeah) I got them young niggas ready to blaze ya Y'all niggas playin', I turn you to a vapor (Vapor) More and more money, more and more haters Sticks-R-Us, they know not to play with us Grown man shit, nigga, you's a dummy Smokin' crack rock, nigga, you's a junky (Junky) You like to fall off track, you's a flunky Back in the traphouse for me, I get money With this rap shit, nigga, I'm back to my gunnin' Got my chains on, nigga ain't taking nothin' In the booth turned up, nigga, I got money Tryna have this bitch lit from Monday through Sunday Loaded, loaded, bank account got paper Loaded, loaded Glock for my hater Pop in your house like I'm Freddy Krueger Young nigga, Glock with the Ruger, ooh I don't really like to do the Rugers, ooh Some of y'all niggas do what they gotta do And they like to do what they gotta do Paid 'em in full just to come and shoot Boy, you know you through, boy, you know you done And they got the gun, boy, you better run They don't wanna hear the gunfire They don't wanna see their partner die They don't wanna see their mama cry Pissin' on your grave when you die Got no remorse, no lie Get your get-back, yeah, pussy ass nigga But you can't, pussy nigga, 'cause you died, yeah (Ahaha) But you can't, pussy nigga, 'cause you died, yeah Yeah, I got my dawgs, man, put shit in the bowl They ain't ate in a minute, they'll shake ya, yeah, yeah In Beverly, nigga, this money don't make us, yeah, yeah Came from the hood, OG's didn't make us, yeah Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga? (Yeah) What is they talking 'bout, Nothin', they bluffin' Talking 'bout money, but they ain't gettin' nothin' I can see it, nigga, you ain't doin' nothin' Look at your pockets, man, you ain't got nothin' I'm like, "Damn, bruh, that don't make no sense" You ain't got no money, not even fifty cents You can't buy no fucking cigarette or shit Talking 'bout beefin', man, put that to an end I cannot beef with no J, you not my friend I'ma chase the money if it ain't comin' in Play with more money than I ever did I had to cut 'em off, I found they wasn't in Keep me a money counter 'cause it print I'm thumbin' through money, thumbin' through this shit I got these hoes in the trap bent Thumb in her booty, Perc' kickin' in Hit her from the back, now I'm going in Suck me up, bitch had say hello to my friend Mini, mini, mini MAC-10 And the car black tint Late night, she suckin', fuckin' That ain't nothin' Thinking 'bout the time I had her with her friend I just reminisce Pop in your house like I'm Freddy Krueger Young nigga, Glock with the Ruger, ooh I don't really like to do the Rugers, ooh Some of y'all niggas do what they gotta do And they like to do what they gotta do Paid 'em in full just to come and shoot Boy, you know you through, boy, you know you done And they got the gun, boy, you better run They don't wanna hear the gunfire They don't wanna see their partner die They don't wanna see their mama cry Pissin' on your grave when you die Got no remorse, no lie Get your get-back, yeah, pussy ass nigga But you can't, pussy nigga, 'cause you died, yeah (Ahaha) But you can't, pussy nigga, 'cause you died, yeah

Does the rain need a reason to fall? Does your mom need a reason to call? Do magnolia trees need a reason to bloom in May? (Bloom in May) Do the stars need a reason to shine? Does tequila go with a lime? Some things just are and it will always be that way (be that way) So when you ask me why I love you, babe 'Cause the sky's blue 'Cause the world moves Around the Sun and one plus one Still makes two 'Cause Matthew comes before Mark 'Cause you're in my arms And I still lose myself every time I look in your eyes That's why When the road we're on gets rough And the champagne all dries up I'll still raise my empty glass to you and me 'Cause girl we still got us And I'll keep on showing up I already got more reasons than I need To love you 'Cause the sky's blue 'Cause the world moves Around the Sun and one plus one Still makes two 'Cause Matthew comes before Mark 'Cause you're in my arms And I still lose myself every time I look in your eyes That's why Ooh-ooh, and that's why Ah, ah-ah So when you ask me why I love you, babe 'Cause the sky's blue 'Cause the world moves Around the Sun and one plus one Still makes two 'Cause Matthew comes before Mark 'Cause you're in my arms And I still lose myself every time I look in your eyes And that's why Yeah, that's why