[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Gucci Mane]
Uh, Gucci
Wanna make love, love, love
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
D#m
King of the skreets
F# D#m
And when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feet
F#
And kiss the ground underneath
D#m
I look down at the beef
F#
That shit childish to me
D#m
Two hundred thousand to see me
F#
And it's been sold out for weeks
D#m
Can't brush shoulders with me
F# D#m
These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece
F#
Look like boulders to me
D#m
Damn, who colder than me?
D#m
You think he colder than me?
F#
You more bipolar than me
D#m
You talkin' crazy
F#
I'm tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day
D#m F#
I'm the type of nigga, spend a million on a wedding cake
D#m
Niggas hate, but hesitate
F#
They hate to see ya elevate
D#m
I just left out the gym
F#
I'm 'bout to take a swim and meditate
Woo!
F#
Now it's time to celebrate
D#m
Ask me why I'm smilin'
F#
I say, "'Cause I make two mil' a day"
D#m
And I might take your bitch and pay her bills
F#
That's how I feel today
D#m
And I just wanna fuck
F#
Don't wanna chill, that's how I feel today
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
D#m F#
I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love
D#m F#
I wanna make love, love, love
D#m
She say the money make her wanna make love
F#
Wanna make love, love, love, huh
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
D#m F#
Ay yo, ain't talkin' housewives, but I'm in the Porsche
D#m F#
First I'ma scorch her, then I'ma torch her
D#m F#
Then I'ma torture her, then I'ma off her
D#m F#
A million dollars for a show, they made their off-er
D#m F#
Go against Nicki, it's gon' cost ya
D#m F#
'Cause now it's fuck ya, intercourse ya
D#m F#
I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas
D#m F#
I'm a yes and these bitches is a bunch of nahs
D#m F#
Tryin’ to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives
D#m F#
I win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fives
F#
I don't see her
D#m F#
Bitch I'm the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia
D#m F#
I'm the iPhone, you the Nokia
D#m F#
Everybody know you jealous, bitch it's so clear
D#m F#
Tell them bum ass bitches to play their role
D#m F#
She see my sexy ass every time she scroll
D#m
I got it in the can, Dole
F#
Your career gon' be with Anna Nicole
D#m
Witcha dumbass face
D#m F#
She ain't eatin' but I swear she got some bum ass taste
D#m F#
Text her man like, "Dawg, how that bum ass taste?"
D#m F#
Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place
D#m F#
Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here?
D#m F#
One platinum plaque, album flopped, bitch, where? (bitch, where?)
Hahaha, ahhhhh
D#m F#
I took two bars off just to laugh
D#m F#
You see, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap
D#m F#
You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaques
D#m F#
S, plural like the S on my chest
D#m
Now sit your dumbass down
F#
You got an F on your test
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
D#m F#
I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love
D#m F#
I wanna make love, love, love
D#m
She say the money make her wanna make love
F#
Wanna make love, love, love, huh
[Outro: Gucci Mane]
D#m F#
I love to see the money stack up
D#m F#
Hope that we don't ever, ever break up (up)
D#m
Wanna make love, love, love