Vocals: Nicki Minaj , Gucci Mane ,
Scale: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 130 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU [INTRO] Em [VERSE] Em Uh, Gucci Em Wanna make love, love, love [VERSE] Em King of the skreets Em And when these suckas see me, Em they should bow to my feet Em And kiss the ground underneath Em I look down at the beef Em That shit childish to me Em Two hundred thousand to see me Em And it's been sold out for weeks Em Can't brush shoulders with me Em These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece Em Look like boulders to me Em Damn, who colder than me? Em You think he colder than me? Em You more bipolar than me Em You talkin' crazy Em I'm tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day Em I'm the type of nigga, Em spend a million on a wedding cake Em Niggas hate, but hesitate Em They hate to see ya elevate Em I just left out the gym Em I'm 'bout to take a swim and meditate Em Woo! Em Now it's time to celebrate Em Ask me why I'm smilin' Em I say, "'Cause I make two mil' a day" Em And I might take your bitch and pay her bills Em That's how I feel today Em And I just wanna fuck Em Don't wanna chill, that's how I feel today [HOOK] Em I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love Em I wanna make love, love, love Em She say the money make her wanna make love Em Wanna make love, love, love, huh [VERSE] Em Ay yo, ain't talkin' housewives, Em but I'm in the Porsche Em First I'ma scorch her, then I'ma torch her Em Then I'ma torture her, then I'ma off her Em A million dollars for a show, Em they made their off-er Em Go against Nicki, it's gon' cost ya Em 'Cause now it's fuck ya, intercourse ya Em I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas Em I'm a yes and these bitches is a bunch of nahs Em Tryin’ to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives Em I win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fives Em I don't see her Em Bitch I'm the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia Em I'm the iPhone, you the Nokia Em Everybody know you jealous, bitch it's so clear Em Tell them bum ass bitches to play their role Em She see my sexy ass every time she scroll Em I got it in the can, Dole Em Your career gon' be with Anna Nicole Em Witcha dumbass face Em She ain't eatin' but Em I swear she got some bum ass taste Em Text her man like, "Dawg, how that bum ass taste?" Em Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place Em Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here? Em One platinum plaque, Em album flopped, bitch, where? (bitch, where?) Em Hahaha, ahhhhh Em I took two bars off just to laugh Em You see, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap Em You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaques Em S, plural like the S on my chest Em Now sit your dumbass down Em You got an F on your test [HOOK] Em I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love Em I wanna make love, love, love Em She say the money make her wanna make love Em Wanna make love, love, love, huh Em I love to see the money stack up Em Hope that we don't ever, ever break up (up) Em Wanna make love, love, love
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