Love in the Booth Songtext
von Money Man

She tryna come and make love in the booth
I got a bag and a scale in the booth
I got a stick on me now in the booth
I cannot lie, girl, that - the truth

Get my hands dirty, unravel the truth
Which one he workin′? He actin' like 12
Tear up a laptop, I′m workin' this Dell
She wanna come and make love in the booth

She wanna f- right in front of this mic
I feel like a snowman, I'm covered in ice
You try and take it, I′m uppin′ this pipe
Go 'head to writin′, I'm catchin′ the flight

Put her in fashion, she boosted, uh
Put her in fashion, she boosted, uh
Put her in fashion, she boosted, uh
Put her in fashion, she boosted, uh


Lambo' in traffic, I′m losin', yeah
- On my -, she keep bouncin' and bouncin′
Racks in these Gucci bags, countin′ and countin'
Burnin′ that reefer, you smell the aroma

Servin' these pounds, got a pump on the sofa
Ain′t no surrender, we win or we die
Pretty - with me, she matchin' my fly
Put her in drip, now she drippin′ on -

Go get Chanel just to cover her toes
Put her in fashion, she boosted, yeah
I spent that bag on 'em bodies, yeah
I take his head and I crop it, yeah

I catch a play in Miami just like I'm Tyreek, but Big Money, no dolphin, uh
She wanna come and make love in the stu′
That - good, girl, I′m f- with you
If your trap rollin', I drop ′em on you

If we talkin' stiffs, I got more than a few
Cookie cutter on the choppa aesthetic
If he run his mouth, I′ma have him beheaded
Bae, I'm the one, don′t you ever forget it


Louis V jacket, they like, "What is that?"
AR-47, they like, "What is that?"
She hold the mic stand while I hit from the back
They show me love when I go to the 'Raq
I go down to Cali', million buy the bullets
No doubt about it, you know I′ma pull it
FN-57 blue tips for a bullet

She tryna come and make love in the booth
I got a bag and a scale in the booth
I got a stick on me now in the booth
I cannot lie, girl, that - the truth

Get my hands dirty, unravel the truth
Which one he workin′? He actin' like 12
Tear up a laptop, I′m workin' this Dell
She wanna come and make love in the booth

She wanna f- right in front of this mic
I feel like a snowman, I′m covered in ice
You try and take it, I'm uppin′ this pipe
Go 'head to writin', I′m catchin′ the flight

Put her in fashion, she boosted, uh
Put her in fashion, she boosted, uh
Put her in fashion, she boosted, uh
Put her in fashion, she boosted, uh