“Meek Mill – Love Train lyrics”
[Intro]
If you know I did it for you, why you ain’t pay me back? (Why you ain’t pay me back?)
Why I gotta tell you I love you so you can say it back?
Let the people manipulate you and it made you crack
Every time that you said you needed me, I gave you racks
[Chorus]
Ain’t no love, ain’t no love, ain’t no love, left with my money (Ain’t no love, left with my money, ain’t no love, left with my money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin’ busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin’ a hundred (Ride or diе through the trenches likе I live in the hood)
[Verse 1]
I took them shackles off my wrist and then I made it ice (Let’s go)
Same people crossed me say they sorry, but they ain’t even make it right
I go to sleep with one eye of open, it’s like a way of life
‘Cause in them streets, you gotta keep it rollin’ like we playin’ dice (No crappin’ out)
Niggas can’t figure me out, I be on everything
You should see how it get in the house, it look like Medellin
Gold chopper sit on the couch, smokin’ on better things (Brrt)
They seen I had holes in my heart and they tried let it bleed
Pastor sewed it up, I’m goin’ up, now niggas texting me
People that I grew up with and they switched couldn’t even get next to me
Do a favor for ’em, see if they real just like my specialty
Knowin’ I don’t even need to pay back, shit like a test for me (Shit like a test for me)
Niggas testin’ me (Niggas testin’ me)
Knowin’ they the one that I made specially (Know that)
My mama crib like a million, my grandma crib like a buildin’, I only put it on the ‘Gram to give you the recipe
[Chorus]
Ain’t no love, ain’t no love, ain’t no love left on my money (Ain’t no love on my money, it’s just blood on the money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin’ busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin’ a hundred (Ride or die, ride or die)
[Verse 2]
Too much money comin’ in, I don’t even count it
Maybach and the Cullinan, I don’t even drive it
None of y’all niggas can’t tell me I ain’t solid
Assassination of my character ’cause I told you I ain’t got it
Took some millions and I buried in them in so long that I forget ’em
Took my family and I carried us, brought us all up from the bottom
How you gon’ say that I forgot you?
All them times I had to spot you
The only thing is ’bout a bitch that I done hit or made swallow
Know my dad died as a rival, but I’m still proud of my father
So I put Prada on his baby mama
And I had to tell my youngin in the trenches, “Don’t you ever take no risks, you gon’ spend it on designer” (On designer)
Ain’t no love, ain’t no love, ain’t no love left on this money (On this money)
It’s just blood left on this money
Blood on these bitches
Blood on the diamonds, blood on the back of the twenties
Showed too much love, he got whacked in December
[Chorus]
Ain’t no love, ain’t no love, ain’t no love left on my money (Ain’t no love on my money, it’s just blood on the money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it (You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin’ busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin’ a hundred (Ride or die, ride or die)