[chorus: gucci mane] I'm makin' money like 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
[verse 2: nicki minaj] Ay yo, ain't talkin' housewives But I'm in the porsche First I'ma scorch her, then I'ma torch her Then I'ma torture her, then I'ma off her A million dollars for a show They made their off-er Go against nicki, it's gon' cost ya 'cause now it's fuck ya, intercourse ya I rep queens Where they listen to a bunch of nas I'm a yes and these bitches Is a bunch of nahs Tryin' to win a gunfight With a bunch of knives I win, get off the bench And give a bunch of fives I don't see her Bitch I'm the greatest No kendrick and no sia I'm the iphone, you the nokia Everybody know you jealous Bitch it's so clear Tell them bum ass bitches to play their role She see my sexy ass every time she scroll I got it in the can, dole Your career gon' be with anna nicole Witcha dumbass face She ain't eatin' But I swear she got some bum ass taste Text her man like, "dawg How that bum ass taste? " Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place OOhh Oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here? One platinum plaque, album flopped Bitch, where? (bitch, where?) Hahaha, ahh I took two bars off just to laugh You see, silly rabbit To be the queen of rap You gotta sell records You gotta get plaques S, plural like the s on my chest Now sit your dumbass down You got an f on your test
[chorus: gucci mane] I'm makin' money like 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
[outro: gucci mane] I love to see the money stack up Hope that we don't ever, ever break up (up) Wanna make love, love, love