Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Don't Cost (A Thing), artist - Icewater
Date of issue: 27.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love Don't Cost (A Thing) |
Mami in a damn Range, do your damn thing |
And don’t be mad at me, because your man’s lame |
My boys call me Stumik, cuz it’s my damn name |
Now let’s get it poppin', just like champagne |
And it’s a damn shame, cuz you deserve better |
I’m a baller, I can show you how to burn cheddar |
Or we can walk, hand to hand, with shoulders |
Cuz my flow’ll get you open like a can of soda |
If we was snakes, I’m the man with the cobra |
So why don’t you get rid of that lizard, and come lamp with a soldier |
Cuz I’m your first pick, and your dude is worthless |
And if you don’t understand, then boo, it’s like this, listen |
If love don’t cost a thing, why is she chasing my paper, chasing my paper |
I got a feeling in my heart that tells me something ain’t right, |
something ain’t right |
Baby you could do what you do, you ain’t got to do me no favors, do me no favors |
I could of been the one that made that change in your life, change in your life |
It seem like yo, everytime I turn around, you got your hand out |
The only word I hear is 'money' out your damn mouth |
It’s all love, then why it seem like |
When you see money, I got this green light |
But when the bread’s gone, Paulie’s in a red zone |
Got to get my badge patched up and go the hell home |
You need a manicure, you need a pedicure |
You need to chop and cop something out of every store |
And when you out of cash, you want to spend mine |
But I ain’t strippin', bitch, I’m dippin' on you this time |
I’m a breeze, don’t holla, chill |
Because I’ll rather be single like a dollar bill |
Look, I’m razor sharp, ain’t no cut in my throat |
If you smell me, you see I’m dope, ain’t no cuttin' my coke |
I’m still, rough with the quotes, still, puffin' my smoke |
While these critics still on they knees and still suckin' off GOAT’s |
My shit’s grimey, not accustomed to soap, might even seel a customer soul |
Or throw these shells thump in his coat |
Spend my budget up, like 'fuck it, I’m broke' |
You like them dudes on VH1, you lose trying fuck with New York |
Look, this what the game bout, I’m from where niggas |
Don’t come around with the chains, I hangs out |
With them ghetto women that bang out, do hair sell |
Dope and babysit out the same house, you caved out |
I do my thang, it’s Wu-Tang, still in the game |
My niggas still in the bathroom, stealing your chains |
Look, it’s M-E-F and Ice H20 |
Combination to the safe, it ain’t safe no more, bitch |
Yo, they say 'love don’t cost a thing' like J. Lo |
But that change when they asking for things and I say no |
I make dough, so you know I play with my bread |
I trick chicks to lick dick, for trying to braid my head |
I ain’t rich but I’m making my spreads, so bitch dig this |
Consider it a privalege to lay in my bed |
I’m a don, I don’t pay 'em for head |
I don’t even pay attention they mention I can pay for the rent |
All they get is violated instead, I be making them beg |
Get on your knees, say please, before I say to this dead |
I’m a G, I see cake on the reg |
And they don’t ever a see a slice, just a pipe that I’m laying instead |