Uh, GucciWanna Make Love, love, loveKing of the skreetsAnd when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feetAnd kiss the ground underneathI look down at the beefThat shit childish to meTwo hundred thousand to see meAnd it's been sold out for weeksCan't brush shoulders with meThese stones in my choker are 2 karats apieceLook like boulders to meDamn, who colder than me?You think he colder than me?You more bipolar than meYou talkin' crazyI'm tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding dayI'm the type of nigga, spend a million on a wedding cakeNiggas hate, but hesitateThey hate to see ya elevateI just left out the gymI'm 'bout to take a swim and meditateWoo!Now it's time to celebrateAsk me why I'm smilin'
I say, "'Cause I make two mil' a day"And I might take your bitch and pay her billsThat's how I feel todayAnd I just wanna fuckDon't wanna chill, that's how I feel todayI'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet loveI wanna Make Love, love, loveShe say the money make her wanna Make LoveWanna Make Love, love, love, huhAy yo, ain't talkin' housewives, but I'm in the PorscheFirst I'ma scorch her, then I'ma torch her
دانلودThen I'ma torture her, then I'ma off herA million dollars for a show, they made their off-erGo against Nicki, it's gon' cost ya'Cause now it's fuck ya, intercourse yaI rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of NasI'm a yes and these bitches is a bunch of nahsTryin’ to win a gunfight with a bunch of knivesI win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fivesI don't see herBitch I'm the greatest, no Kendrick and no SiaI'm the iPhone, you the NokiaEverybody know you jealous, bitch it's so clearTell them bum ass bitches to play their roleShe see my sexy ass every time she scrollI got it in the can, DoleYour career gon' be with Anna NicoleWitcha dumbass faceShe ain't eatin' but I swear she got some bum ass tasteText her man like, "Dawg, how that bum ass taste?"Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass placeOooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here?
One platinum plaque, album flopped, bitch, where? (bitch, where?)Hahaha, ahhhhhI took two bars off just to laughYou see, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rapYou gotta sell records, you gotta get plaquesS, plural like the S on my chestNow sit your dumbass downYou got an F on your testI'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet loveI wanna Make Love, love, loveShe say the money make her wanna Make LoveWanna Make Love, love, love, huhI love to see the money stack upHope that we don't ever, ever break up (up)Wanna Make Love, love, love