I Just Wanna Love U (give It 2 Me)

Let's go

Hov!

Uh huh, Hov'

You, are, not, ready

Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova

I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler]

I just want you to know [Wanna let you know]

It aint where I been [It aint where I been]

But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!]

Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]

But be who I am [you know you love me]

And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]

You'll forget your man

Now give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

[Verse 1]

*When the Remi's in the system

Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em

That's what they be yellin

I'm a pimp by blood, not relation

Y'all be chasin, I replace them*

Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E

Can't keep her little model hands off me

Both in the club, high, singing off key

*And I wish I never met her at all...*

It gets better, ordered another round

It's, about, to go, down

Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'

Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere

What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses

Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion

Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra

Filth marked jeans, take that off

Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

I said give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

[Verse 2]

Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage

Let's keep it real ma you savin it for carats

You wanna see how far I'ma go

How, much I'ma spend but you already know

Zip, zero, stingy with dinero

Might buy you Crist', but that about it

Might light your wrist, but that about it

Fuck it, I might wife