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    Uh, gucci
    Wanna make love, love, love

    [verse 1: gucci mane]
    King of the skreets
    And when these suckas 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 2 karats apiece
    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 tryna book beyoncé for my wedding day
    I'm the type of nigga
    Spend a million on a wedding cake
    Niggas hate, but hesitate
    They hate to see ya elevate
    I just left out the gym
    I'm 'bout to take a swim and meditate
    Now it's time to celebrate
    Ask me why 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

    [chorus: gucci mane]
    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, huh

    [verse 2: nicki minaj]
    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 their off-er
    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
    Tryin' to win a gunfight
    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 their role
    She see my sexy ass every time she scroll
    I got it in the can, dole
    Your career gon' be with anna nicole
    Witcha dumbass face
    She ain't eatin'
    But I swear she got some bum ass taste
    Text her man like, "dawg
    How that bum ass taste? "
    Pay your rent!
    And stay in your bum ass place
    Oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here?
    One platinum plaque, album flopped
    Bitch, where? (bitch, where?)
    Hahaha, 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 an f on your test

    [chorus: gucci mane]
    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, huh

    [outro: gucci mane]
    I love to see the money stack up
    Hope that we don't ever, ever break up (up)
    Wanna make love, love, love

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