Make Love

Uh, Gucci

Wanna make love, love, love

King of the skreets

And when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feet

And kiss the ground underneath

I look down at the beef

That shit childish to me

Two hundred thousand to see me

And it's been sold out for weeks

Can't brush shoulders with me

These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece

Look like boulders to me

Damn, who colder than me?

You think he colder than me?

You more bipolar than me

You talkin' crazy

I'm tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day

I'm the type of nigga, spend a million on a wedding cake

Niggas hate, but hesitate

They hate to see ya elevate

I just left out the gym

I'm 'bout to take a swim and meditate

Woo!

Now it's time to celebrate

Ask me why I'm smilin'

I say, "'Cause I make two mil' a day"

And I might take your bitch and pay her bills

That's how I feel today

And I just wanna f**k

Don't wanna chill, that's how I feel today

I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love

I wanna make love, love, love

She say the money make her wanna make love

Wanna make love, love, love, huh

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