Uh, Gucci
Wanna make love, love, love
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 [Dm7]weeks
Can't brush shoulders with me
These stones in my [A]choker are 2 karats apiece
Look like [F]boulders to [C7]me
Damn, who colder than me?
You think he colder than me?
You more bipolar than me
You talkin' crazy
I'm tɾyna book Beyoncé for [Dm7]my [A]wedding day
I'm the type of nigga, spend a million [C7]on [C7]a wedding cake
Niggas hate, but hesitate
They hate to [C7]see ya elevate
I just left out the gym
I'm 'bout to [C7]take a swim and [Bm]meditate
Woo!
Now it's time to [C7]celebrate
Ask me why I'm smilin'
I say, "'Cause I make two mil' a day"
And I might take your bitch and [Bm]pay her bills
That's how I feel today
And I just wanna f*ck
Don't wanna chill, that's how I feel today
I'm makin' money like [F]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
Ay yo, ain't talkin' housewives, but I'm in the Porsche
First I'mma scorch her, then I'mma torch her
Then I'mma torture her, then I'mma off her
A million [C7]dollars for [Dm7]a show, they made their off-er
Go against Nicki, it's gon' cost ya
'Cause now it's f*ck ya, intercourse ya
I ɾep Queens where they listen to [C7]a bunch of Nas
I'm a yes and [Bm]these bitches is a bunch of nahs
Tryin’ to [C7]win a gunfight with a bunch of knives
I win, get off the bench and [Bm]give a bunch of fives
I don't see her
Bitch I'm the greatest, no Kendrick and [Bm]no Sia
I'm the iPhone, you [A7the Nokia
Everybody know you [A7jealous, bitch it's so clear
Tell them [A]bum ass bitches to [C7]play their ɾole
She see my [A]sexy ass every time she scroll
I got [Fm7]it in the can, Dole
Your career gon' be [Am]with Anna Nicole
Witcha dumbass face
She ain't eatin' but I swear she got [Fm7]some bum ass taste
Text her man like, "Dawg, how that bum ass taste?"
Pay your ɾent! And stay in your bum ass place
Oooohhh, oh you [A7the qu-e-e-the queen of this here?
One platinum plaque, album flopped, bitch, where? (bitch, where?)
Hahaha, ahhhhh
I took two bars off just to [C7]laugh
You see, silly ɾabbit, to [C7]be [Am]the queen of ɾap
You gotta sell ɾecords, you [A7gotta get plaques
S, plural like [F]the S on [C7]my [A]chest
Now sit your dumbass down
You got [Fm7]an F on [C7]your test
I'm makin' money like [F]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
I love to [C7]see the money stack up
Hope that we don't ever, ever break up (up)
Wanna make love, love, love
