I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me)

I'm a hustler baby, I just want you to know

It ain't where I been, it's where I'm 'bout to go

Take it from the top

Now I just wanna love you, you know I love you

But be who I am, I know you love me

And with all this cash, you'll forget your man

Now give it to me

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

But don't fool with me

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

When the Remi'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

Drunk off Crist', 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 Crist'

Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere

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

Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion

Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra

Filth marked jeans, take that off

Now give it to me

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

But don't fool with me

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

You gotta give it to me

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

But don't fool with me

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

I told you, save the narrative, you savin' it up for marriage

Let's keep it real ma, you savin' it for karats

You wanna see how far I'm a go

How, much I'm a spend but you already know

Zip, zero, stingy with Dinero

Might buy you Crist' but that about it

I might light your Crist' but that about it

Okay, 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 the Hov', and I'll never let you down

Get you bling like the Neptune sound

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

Now give it to me

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

But don't fool with me

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

You better give it to me

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

But don't fool with me

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

I'm a hustler baby, I just want you to know

It ain't where I been, but where I'm 'bout to go

Now I just wanna love you

But be who I am

And with all this cash, you'll forget your man

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

Romancing 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

Now give it to me

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

But don't fool with me

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

You better give it to me

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

But don't fool with me

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

You gotta give it to me, I said give it to me

Give it to me, give it to me

Give it to me