Uh gucci. Wanna make love love love. [verse 1: gucci mane]. 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 weeks. Can't brush shoulders with me. These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece. Look like boulders to me. Damn who colder than me?. You think he colder than me?. You more bipolar than me. You talkin' crazy. I'm tryna book beyoncé for my wedding day. I'm the type of nigga. Spend a million on a wedding cake. Niggas hate but hesitate. They hate to see ya elevate. I just left out the gym. I'm 'bout to take a swim and meditate. Woo!. Now it's time to celebrate. Ask me why I'm smilin'. I say "'cause I make two mil' a day". And I might take your bitch and pay her bills. That's how I feel today. And I just wanna fuck. Don't wanna chill that's how I feel today. [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