Make Love

Wanna make love, love, love

King of the streets and when these suckers 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 two karats a piece

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 tryin' to book Beyonce for my wedding day

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

**** hate but hesitate, they hate to see you 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 while 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 fuck, 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

Ay, yo, ain't talkin' housewives, but I'm in the Porsche

First I'ma scorch her, then I'ma torch her

Then I'ma torture her, then I'ma off her

A million dollars for a show, they made they offer

Go against Nicki, it's gon' cost ya

'Cause now it's fuck ya, intercourse ya

I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas

I'm a yes and these bitches is a bunch of nahs

Tryna win a gun fight with a bunch of knives

I win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fives

I don't see her

Bitch, I'm the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia

I'm the iPhone, you the Nokia

Everybody know you jealous, bitch, it's so clear

Tell them bum ass bitches to play they role

She see my sexy ass every time she scroll

I got it in the can, Dole

Your career gon' be with Anna Nicole

With ya dumbass face

She ain't eatin', but I swear she got some bum ass taste

Text her man like, "Dog, how that bum ass taste?"

Pay your rent and stay in your bum ass place

Oh, oh, you the queen, the queen of this here?

One platinum plaque, album flopped, bitch, where?

Haha, ahh

I took two bars off just to laugh

You see, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap

You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaques

S, plural like the S on my chest

Now sit your dumbass down, you got a 'F' on your test

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

I love to see the money stack up

Hope that we don't ever, ever break up

Wanna make love, love, love