FWU - Luke Christopher

If I had a black card I would let you use it

I would send a black car not to get confused with

Honda or Toyota, nothing like a Kia

I could fill your cup up, champagne or tequila

Link up on the regular, helicopter camera

Zoom in on the city streets, holding hands, it’s you and me

Love is through and lasting, love the way you laughing

Love it when I’m serious, love it when I rap shit

I’ve seen this before, cash rules everything

All this love can’t buy you a wedding ring

Though you’re not a golddigger

Need at least six figures just to fuck with you, baby

Told me, you’re not settling

All this swag can’t buy you the better things

No, you’re not a golddigger

Need at least six figures just to fuck with you, baby

Not a nice girl, but likes nice things

When I asked you

Said you wanna fall in love with somebody

Is it obvi' that I want to

I don’t got no fucking crib in the hills, mountain made of bills

Bedding made of silk or plane

But I have a heart made of gold, shower you with roses

Said you want romantic, sorry nigga no

Got me working overtime just to stack my money

Getting shit in line just to make you love me

It’s crazy, I know

But you make me crazy for your love

Got me saying

Cash rules everything

All this love can’t buy you a wedding ring

Though you’re not a golddigger

Need at least six figures just to fuck with you, baby

Told me, you’re not settling

All this swag can’t buy you the better things

No, you’re not a golddigger

Need at least six figures just to fuck with you, baby