Pre-Chorus 
It's my love, it's your love, it's our love 
And I be thinkin' the world is out of love 
So lovestruck, it's fucked up 
And she don't really care because 

Chorus 
Everybody want the same thing 
New chain, new car, and the same ring 
I just wanna make money with the same gang 
New glass, new frame, but the same lane 
Whole team cope different, but the same pain 
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, I just want a plain jane 
Bitches fuckin' different niggas for the same fame 
I'm committed to myself, nigga, so I can't change 
She wanna pop it, lock it, drop it 
I'm so up, baby, stop it 
Tinted windows ridin' 'round 'cause I'm poppin' 
She wanna come, my bitch showin' no love 
Toxic, baby, can't trust, be honest 
She want me to hit it, no boxin' 
Pass the grip, toss it 

Verse 
Hop in the Bentley, the 'Rari, the Mulsanne 
You got a problem with me, you can come say it 
Pass the lil' thottie off, I had to relay it 
Now when they say my name, they be like, "He made it" 
Oh shit, that's Tecca, that boy up in NY 
I'm really from Queens, but they say I'm from LI 
Sixth grade up in two thirty-one with my fellas 
It's so sad, when I moved out the hood, we all fell out 
Obvious that we don't give a fuck 
They used to stick me up 
And now they showin' up 
And now they showin' love 
I'm gettin' love from up above 
No, no, don't hit me up 
No, no, don't hit me up, no, no 

Chorus
Everybody want the same thing
New chain, new car, and the same ring
I just wanna make money with the same gang
New glass, new frame, but the same lane
Whole team cope different, but the same pain
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, I just want a plain jane
Bitches fuckin' different niggas for the same fame
I'm committed to myself, nigga, so I can't change
She wanna pop it, lock it, drop it
I'm so up, stop it
Tinted windows ridin' 'round 'cause I'm poppin'
She wanna come, my bitch showin' no love
Toxic, baby, can't trust, be honest
She want me to hit it, no boxin'
Pass the grip, toss it

Pre-Chorus
It's my love, it's your love, it's our love
And I be thinkin' the world is out of love
So lovestruck, it's fucked up
And she don't really care because

Chorus
Everybody want the same thing
New chain, new car, and the same ring
And I just wanna make money with the same gang
New glass, new frame, but the same lane
And whole team cope different, but the same pain
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, I just want a plain jane
Bitches fuckin' different niggas for the same fame
I'm committed to myself, nigga, so I can't change

Outro
Obvious that we don't give a fuck
They used to stick me up, stick me up
I'm gettin' love from up above
No, no, don't hit me up, hit me up