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