What's Love??
(Thank you, Bizounce)
(L-U-C-I, L-U-C-I-G)
What's love to a broken heart? (Yeah)
Want love? Got to know your part (your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick (and her lipstick)
Baby girl, materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin'
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded
Hold on 'cause that's our fault (that's our fault)
How ya break his heart, don't take no time off? (Don't take no time off)
How ya go for him, then go for my dog? (Whoa)
Girl, you cold as ice, you hot as hot sauce (hot as hot sauce)
She like her liquor with no chaser (no chaser)
Heart broke 'cause a broke nigga played hеr (played her)
Now she lookin' for a rich nigga to savе her
Them rich niggas bitch niggas, but got paper (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just want diamond rings
She just want designer jeans (she want designer jeans)
She just want the lifestyle and anything that come between
Real country girl, but she got city girl dreams
What's love to a broken heart? (To a broken heart)
Want love? Got to know your part (your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick (lipstick)
Baby girl, materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin' (all the times she was hurtin')
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded, mmh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I was in, uh, motherfuckin' Vegas)
(I was doin' a lil' family thing, you know what I'm sayin'?)
(I'm with my lady and my kids and, shit, my pops)
(Standin' at a motherfuckin', uh, blackjack table)
(Bitch sat down next to me with a goddamn A.P. on)
(I'm talkin' 'bout the 50, big one, the 50, 50 thousand dollar one)
(Say, "What the fuck? Bitch, I ain't got no fuckin' A.P")
(Shit, yeah, uh)
What's love to a broken heart?
Want love? Got to know your part (you got to, you got to know your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick, baby girl materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded (yeah, yeah, for all the times she was blinded)
Yeah, yeah
She say, "No broke boys, no broke boys"
She say, "No broke boys, no broke boys"
(L-U-C-I, L-U-C-I-G)
What's love to a broken heart? (Yeah)
Want love? Got to know your part (your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick (and her lipstick)
Baby girl, materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin'
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded
Hold on 'cause that's our fault (that's our fault)
How ya break his heart, don't take no time off? (Don't take no time off)
How ya go for him, then go for my dog? (Whoa)
Girl, you cold as ice, you hot as hot sauce (hot as hot sauce)
She like her liquor with no chaser (no chaser)
Heart broke 'cause a broke nigga played hеr (played her)
Now she lookin' for a rich nigga to savе her
Them rich niggas bitch niggas, but got paper (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just want diamond rings
She just want designer jeans (she want designer jeans)
She just want the lifestyle and anything that come between
Real country girl, but she got city girl dreams
What's love to a broken heart? (To a broken heart)
Want love? Got to know your part (your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick (lipstick)
Baby girl, materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin' (all the times she was hurtin')
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded, mmh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I was in, uh, motherfuckin' Vegas)
(I was doin' a lil' family thing, you know what I'm sayin'?)
(I'm with my lady and my kids and, shit, my pops)
(Standin' at a motherfuckin', uh, blackjack table)
(Bitch sat down next to me with a goddamn A.P. on)
(I'm talkin' 'bout the 50, big one, the 50, 50 thousand dollar one)
(Say, "What the fuck? Bitch, I ain't got no fuckin' A.P")
(Shit, yeah, uh)
What's love to a broken heart?
Want love? Got to know your part (you got to, you got to know your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick, baby girl materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded (yeah, yeah, for all the times she was blinded)
Yeah, yeah
She say, "No broke boys, no broke boys"
She say, "No broke boys, no broke boys"
Credits
Writer(s): Rod Green, Lucas Grob, Nicholas Lira
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