[Juicy J] Juicy J, I don't love these bitches, I don't trust 'em either Ratchet chick ain't no keeper, I just fuckin' leave her I'm married to this money - I be chasin' cash You married to that bitch? She talk 'bout takin' half These hoes smart - gold diggers be going hard Leave your ass, now you sick - broke nigga with a broken heart I'm smokin' like a chimney, your girl wanna fuck my Bentley You in love with that freaky ho, you'll give that chick a kidney We don't fall in love, man, we stickily pimpin' I'm in VIP, sippin' with the baddest bitches Smokin' on some loud, trippy niggas we turn it up Your girlfriend gon' give me head in the bathroom, I'm a burn her up And then I sent her home to her man (goodbye) And then I go scoop that chick again And she wanna fuck me in my Benz, bitches with you for your ends And you blind to see you trust her when she say \"I'm just a friend\"
[Hook: T-Rone] Hello, love, I know your deal And I know you can get me killed You can get me killed; fuck you, love - fuck you, loooove Fuck you, love - fuck you, love - fuck you, love Fuck you, love
[Jim Jones] Well it hurt, love, don't love nobody (true) but I love your body (true) And lord knows, had you on froze when I dug that body Is it lust? So easily, you gain a nigga's trust It's gettin' scary, she's gettin' eerie to get a nigga's bucks (back up bitch) All we do is argue - tit for tat, go back and fourth Last time we had to argue, you had 'em kick me out and put you back on the porch (it's not fair) So fuck love, yeah, fuck you love Cause when we break up, we make up and I fuck you, love (you like that?) Did it hurt, love? You could get me killed You know, death threats with the best sex; this shit's the world
[Hook: T-Rone] Hello, love, I know ya deal And I know you can get me killed Get me killed... How dare ya judge... the ways of lust When you're the reason that I don't trust? Fuck you, love - fuck you, love Hello, love
[Fat Joe] Cause I love hustlin' Got a stick in the truck, bitch, cause I love bustin' She love the way it feel, and Jesus walk through customs Giuseppe on them heels, yeah them Kanye customs I don't make love - shit, I love fuckin' I hit it from the back like what the cat done drugged in She blowin' that loud, I keep the pussy on tilt Beautiful faces sayin' \"I got milk\" She lovin' the crew, we met back at the club Now we get it on the weekend, that's Saturday love Sunday night's Bamboo, I'll touch you up Take you back to the crib and fuck you, love
[Outro: T-Rone] Hello, love, I know your deal And I know you can get me killed You can get me killed; fuck you, love - fuck you, looooove Fuck you, love - fuck you, love - fuck you, love Fuck you, love; I know you can get me killed (WHOO!)