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 ain't where I been (It ain't 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 gushy stuff

But don't bullshit me, c'mon

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

When the Rémy's in the system, ain't no tellin'

When 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, singin' 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

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

Get you bling like Neptune sound

Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold

Ladies love me long time like 2Pacs'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

I 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 (Hov')

I just want you to know (Hov')

It ain't where I been (Hov')

But where I'm 'bout to go (Hov'-Hov')

Now I just wanna love you (Young Hova)

But be who I am (You know you love me)

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

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 (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

I 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 (You gotta)

Give it to me