Love Train Lyrics by Meek Mill is the latest English song from “Expensive Pain”. The song lyrics were written by Meek Mill while the music is given by Simon Gebrelul, AT.
“Love Train” Track Info:
| Song | Love Train |
| Album | Expensive Pain |
| Singer | Meek Mill |
| Music | Simon Gebrelul, AT |
| Lyrics | Meek Mill |
Love Train Lyrics
I Only Can Tell You The Truth
Yeah, Uh
I Seen So Many Ni*gas Switchin’
I Had To Cut ’em Off
So Many Bi*ches Actin’ Different
We Stopped Fu*kin’ Raw
I Upped The Score, I Went For More
Sh*t, I’m Like, “It’s Up To Y’all”
And You Ain’t Gotta Talk Behind My Back
You Know My Number, Call Me, Mmm
‘Cause I Heard They Said I Wasn’t Feeling A Thing
I’m In The Studio All Night
Sh*t, I’m Like, “What Do You Mean?”
Sh*t, All Them Nights On Private Flights
Feel Like We Livin’ The Dream
‘Member We Said We Wouldn’t Let
These Bi*ches Get In Between
When People Told Me You Was Jealous
I Just Wouldn’t Believe (Believe)
And When Ni*gas Told Me You Was Fu*kin’
No, I Couldn’t Believe It
I Tried To Give You All My Blessings
But You Couldn’t Receive It
‘Cause You Was Listenin’ To People
That Was Listenin’ To People
I Had To Get Up And Leave You
’cause You Couldn’t Even See It
All This Fame, Turned Into A Monster
Sh*t Like Resident Evil
And Once The Love Turn Toxic
Think It’s Better I Don’t See You
‘Cause I’ve Been Runnin’ Up My Millions
Sh*t Been Revving My Ego
I Put My Money ‘fore My Bi*ches
So We Never Get Equal
‘Cause Then The World Keep Turning
The Money Keep Burning
Living And I’m Learning, Ain’t No Bi*ches
I’m Concerned With
I Seen Everybody Change On Me ’bout Some Money
Learned To Get Rich, Came Home
Ni*gas Actin’ Funny, I Can’t Cut It
I’m Just Strappin’ And I Ain’t Talkin’
Swear To God, None Of Y’all Ni*gas
Better Not Grab For My Coffin
Swear To God, Bad Bi*ches Playing
Simon Says When I’m Talkin’
And I Can’t Say I’m Runnin’ Them
Trenches When I Ain’t Walkin’
I Seen So Many Ni*gas Switchin’
I Had To Cut ’em Off
So Many Bi*ches Actin’ Different
We Stopped Fu*kin’ Raw
I Upped The Score, I Went For More
Sh*t, I’m Like, “It’s Up To Y’all”
And You Ain’t Gotta Talk Behind My Back
You Know My Number, Call Me, Mmm
‘Cause I Heard They Said I Wasn’t Feeling A Thing
I’m In The Studio All Night, Sh*t
I’m Like, “What Do You Mean?”
Sh*t, All Them Nights On Private Flights
Feel Like We Livin’ The Dream
‘Member We Said We Wouldn’t Let
These Bi*ches Get In Between
When People Told Me You Was Jealous
I Just Wouldn’t Believe (Believe)
And When Ni*gas Told Me You Was Fu*kin’
No, I Couldn’t Believe It
Yeah, Uh
Let Me Give You Some Game, How You Gon’ Maintain?
‘Cause Ni*gas That Hit It Talk Like Bi*ches
And They Be Saying Things
And I Know Y’all Booed Up And That’s Cool
But Did You Know Things Change?
And You A Good Girl
But I Seen Good Girls Go Play The Same Game
Turn To Bad Girls And Make Ni*gas Rearrange Things
And Everything Just Turn Into A Blame Game
Look At It Like A Watch, She Could Be A Nice Watch
You Could Get A Plain Jane
You Take That Same Watch, Bust It Down
It Ain’t Worth The Same Thing
But It’s Gon’ Shine When The Lights Hit It
A Little Bling-bling
You Add Some Diamonds To It
Get A Little Shine Into It
But Think About It, Take A Good Girl
Add Some Wildin’ To It
That’s Like A Bust Down Rollie
Don’t Hold No Value To It
And Now You At The Jeweler Tryna Trade It In
‘Cause Time Is Money
Gotta Watch What You Spend
You Can’t Make It Again
I’ve Been Down This Road With Too Many Hoes
And I Can’t Take It Again
Take Me
Take Me Away, Take Me Away
All My Pain Expensive
I Got People Tryna Take Me Out
Like I Ain’t Help Invent ’em
Smell The Venom Like Baccarat
And Money On The Menu
And I’ll Never Cross Nobody
That Helped Me To A Million
Why You Even Finessin’?
I Wasn’t Even Checkin’
Look At Yourself
Bitin’ The Hand That Gave You Extra
Ni*gas Tryna Leave Me For Dead
But This Ain’t Checkers
I Act Like I Don’t Notice
And Then I Bring It To Your Chest Up
To The Neck Up
Aimin’ At Your Head Soon As I Catch Up
Too Many Millions
Social Media Don’t Impress Us
Too Many Feelings While I’m Rappin’
Hope I Don’t Mess Up
I Seen So Many Ni*gas Switchin’
I Had To Cut ’em Off
So Many Bi*ches Actin’ Different
We Stopped Fu*kin’ Raw
I Upped The Score, I Went For More
Sh*t, I’m Like, “It’s Up To Y’all”
And You Ain’t Gotta Talk Behind My Back
You Know My Number, Call Me, Mmm
‘Cause I Heard They Said I Wasn’t Feeling A Thing
I’m In The Studio All Night
Sh*t, I’m Like, “What Do You Mean?”
Sh*t, All Them Nights On Private Flights
Feel Like We Livin’ The Dream
‘Member We Said We Wouldn’t
Let These Bi*ches Get In Between
When People Told Me You Was Jealous
I Just Wouldn’t Believe (Believe)
And When Ni*gas Told Me You Was Fu*kin’
No, I Couldn’t Believe It