LIL TECCA feat INTERNET MONEY | Out Of Love Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

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

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 cold 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 drivin’ ’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, no boxin’

Pass the grip, toss it

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 N.Y.”

I’m really from Queens but they say I’m from L.I

Sixth grade up in two thirty-one with my fellas

Since out 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

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 cold 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 drivin’ ’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, no boxin’

Pass the grip, toss it

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

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 the whole team cold 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

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