Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Want the Love , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Cream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.07.2015
Record label: Velocity
Song language: English
I Want the Love |
| And this money got these niggas catchin' favors and I tell ya |
| (I want the love) ‘Cause all I know is getting money |
| Knockin' at the door, I’m like who is it? |
| Bitch I tell ya |
| (I want the love) |
| I’m a rich nigga, I don’t get mad, I just get paper (I don’t) |
| I don’t catch feelings, I catch flights, that’s brick paper (for what) |
| For one rider at Bad Boy, that’s one side |
| These killers with me don’t fuck around, they jump fast like off sides |
| I’m ‘bout to creep up on the billi, poppin' these bottles like Willy |
| I know they gon' hate when I’m here, but when it’s all over they feel me |
| If you gon' show love when I’m dead, you better off just tryna kill me |
| ‘Cause I’m gon' ball on niggas, and I ain’t talkin' about you, I hate all ya’ll |
| niggas, ugh! |
| Ten Birkins for your main ho, I could buy that |
| Last week I made a hundred mill, you should try that |
| I’m a real nigga, they all see it, can’t hide that |
| I’ll touch down in your city, fuck shit up, nigga then fly back! |
| (I want the love) ‘Cause all I see is haters |
| And this money got these niggas catchin' favors and I tell ya |
| (I want the love) ‘Cause all I know is getting money |
| Knockin' at the door, I’m like who is it? |
| Bitch I tell ya |
| (I want the love) |
| I wanted the money and wanted the love |
| Wanted them bitches that wanted the drugs |
| They wanted the molly and wanted the weed |
| I walk in the building, get love in the club |
| Love in the streets, bitch it’s Meek Milly |
| Them niggas was haters, I love what they was |
| ‘Cause all of that hating was my motivation |
| Now I got the paper, it was what it was |
| It is what it is, look at me now |
| Living the life and I’m fucking these hoes |
| Niggas that hate me still come to my shows |
| Shawty ain’t ready to fuck up my Rose, give a fuck if I go |
| Straight to the money and back to the hood where they takin' that money |
| We package the good and we break up that money |
| You act like you good, better save you some money (hater) |
| (I want the love) ‘Cause all I see is haters |
| And this money got these niggas catchin' favors and I tell ya |
| (I want the love) ‘Cause all I know is getting money |
| Knockin' at the door, I’m like who is it? |
| Bitch I tell ya |
| (I want the love) |
| All the hoes gon' love me, (and all the suckers gon' hate too) |
| (Been trill like Bun B, can’t name nothin' I ain’t do) |
| We race to Vegas on jets from Miami, Vegas went back |
| And I did Liv in the same night, (woke up, lil' nigga, what’s next?) |
| Since more money, power, respect, (most these niggas probably in debt) |
| (Back when Michael Jackson was moonwalkin', I was still cutting them checks) |
| And I still come through my set, shit, (and they ain’t showing love yet? Shit) |
| (It's mo' money, mo' problems, what my nigga Big said best) |
| (I want the love) ‘Cause all I see is haters |
| And this money got these niggas catchin' favors and I tell ya |
| (I want the love) ‘Cause all I know is getting money |
| Knockin' at the door, I’m like who is it? |
| Bitch I tell ya |
| (I want the love) |