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 (Hov', I'm a hustler)
 I just want you to know (Hov', I wanna let you know)
 It ain't where I been (it ain't where I been, Hov')
 But where I'm bout to go (top of the world! Young Hova, holla)
 Now I just wanna love ya! (Just wanna love you, Hov')
 But be who I am (you know you love me, Hov')
 And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
 You'll forget your man
 Now give it to me
 Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
 But don't bullshit me
 C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff (yeah, uhh, yeah)
 When the Remy's in the system, ain't 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 off Cris', mami on E
 Can't keep her little model hands off me
 Both in the club, high, singing off-key
 "And I wish I never met her at all!"
 It gets better, ordered another round
 It's, about, to go, down
 Got six model chicks, six bottles of Cris'
 Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
 What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses (uh-huh)
 Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion?
 Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra (okay)
 Filth Mart jeans, take that off
 Give it to me
 Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
 But don't bullshit me
 C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
 Said give it to me
 Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
 But don't bullshit me
 Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Yeah, save the narrative, you saving it for marriage
 Let's keep it real ma, you saving 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 Cris', 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 to 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's soul
 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 gushy stuff
 But don't bullshit me
 C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
 Said give it to me
 Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
 But don't bullshit me
 Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
 I'm a hustler baby (uh, Hov')
 I just want you to know (Hov')
 It ain't where I been (Hov')
 But where I'm bout to go (ho, ho)
 Now I just wanna love ya! (Young Hova)
 But be who I am (Let me love ya)
 And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
 You'll forget your man (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Same song, I'm back, been around the world
 Ro-mancin' girls that dance with girls
 From, Club Cheetah to Club Amnesia
 The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin' in Dublin
 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 gushy stuff
 But don't bullshit me
 C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
 Give it to me
 Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
 But don't bullshit me
 Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
 Give it to me
 Uh, that that that tha-, uh-huh, uhh