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 just want you to know
It aint 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
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me
C’mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
Aint 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 of Crist', mommy on E Can’t keep her little model hands off me Both in the club, high, singing off key
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 Clovey glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me
C’mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi 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 Crist', 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 the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
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 gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me
C’mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I’m a hustler baby
I just want you to know
It aint 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I’m back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins
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 gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me
C’mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta…
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh