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 (Hov', I'm a hustler)

I just want you to know (Hov', I wanna let you know)

It ain't where I been (it ain't where I been, Hov')

But where I'm bout to go (top of the world! Young Hova, holla)

Now I just wanna love ya! (Just wanna love you, Hov')

But be who I am (you know you love me, Hov')

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 gushy stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff (yeah, uhh, yeah)

When the Remy's in the system, ain't 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 off Cris', mami 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 Cris'

Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere

What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses (uh-huh)

Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion?

Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra (okay)

Filth Mart jeans, take that off

Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

But don't bullshit me

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

Said give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

But don't bullshit me

Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, save the narrative, you saving it for marriage

Let's keep it real ma, you saving 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 Cris', but that about it

Might light your wrist, but that about it

Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips

Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick

Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless

Profess you love to Hov' and I'll never let you down

Get you bling like the Neptune sound

Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold

Ladies love me long time like 2Pac's soul

Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies

I'm too cold, Motorola, two-way page me (c'mon)

Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

But don't bullshit me

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

Said give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

But don't bullshit me

Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

I'm a hustler baby (uh, Hov')

I just want you to know (Hov')

It ain't where I been (Hov')

But where I'm bout to go (ho, ho)

Now I just wanna love ya! (Young Hova)

But be who I am (Let me love ya)

And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)

You'll forget your man (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Same song, I'm back, been around the world

Ro-mancin' girls that dance with girls

From, Club Cheetah to Club Amnesia

The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin' in Dublin

Can't deny me

Why would you want to? You need me

Why don't you try me?

Baby, you want to, believe me (Hov'!)

Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

But don't bullshit me

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

Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

But don't bullshit me

Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

Give it to me

Uh, that that that tha-, uh-huh, uhh