What's Luv? (feat. Ashanti)
Joe Crack the Don, uh
Uh
Irv Gotti!
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us, be about trust
What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It's about us, it's about trust, babe
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It should be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Woo! Yeah, slow down, baby
Let you know from the gate, I don't go down, lady
I want a chick with thick hips that licks her lips
She can be the office type or like to strip
Girl, you get me aroused how you look in my eye
But you talk too much, man, you're ruinin' my high
Don't wanna lose the feelin' 'cause the roof is chillin'
It's on fire and you lookin' good for the gettin'
I'm a rider, whether in a hoodie or a linen
A provider, you should see the jewelry on my women
And I'm livin' it up, the Squad stay fillin' the truck
With chicks that's willin' to triz with us, uh
You say you got a man, and you're in love
But what's love gotta do with a little ménage?
After the party, me and you
Could just slide for a few and she could come too
That's love!
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It's about us, it's about trust, babe
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It should be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Mami, I know you got issues
You got a man, but you need to understand that you got somethin' with you
Ass is fat, frame is little
Tattoo on your chest with his name in the middle, uh
I'm not a hater, I just crush a lot
And the way you shake your booty, I don't want you to stop
You need to come a little closer (closer)
And let me put you, under my arms like a Don is supposed to
Please believe, you leave with me
We be freakin' all night like we was on E
You need to trust the God and jump in the car
For a little hard eight at the Taj Mahal
What's love?
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It's about us, it's about trust, babe
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It should be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
Michael Jack style, hot steppin', who the mack now?
Not my fault that they love the kid
Might be the chain or the whip, I don't know what it is
We just party and bullshit
Come on, mami, put your body in motion, you got a nigga open
You came here with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing the song with me
All my ladies come on
When I look in your eyes, there's no stoppin' me
I want the Don Joey Crack, come rock with me (uh-huh)
Don't want your stacks, I got your back (yeah)
Don't cut 'em no slack, 'cause we on it like that (uh, woo, uh)
Come on (yeah, yeah, y'all)
And put it all (yeah, yeah, y'all) on me (put it on ya, girl)
On me (I'ma put it on ya, girl)
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It's about us, it's about trust, babe
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It should be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Uh
Irv Gotti!
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us, be about trust
What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It's about us, it's about trust, babe
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It should be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Woo! Yeah, slow down, baby
Let you know from the gate, I don't go down, lady
I want a chick with thick hips that licks her lips
She can be the office type or like to strip
Girl, you get me aroused how you look in my eye
But you talk too much, man, you're ruinin' my high
Don't wanna lose the feelin' 'cause the roof is chillin'
It's on fire and you lookin' good for the gettin'
I'm a rider, whether in a hoodie or a linen
A provider, you should see the jewelry on my women
And I'm livin' it up, the Squad stay fillin' the truck
With chicks that's willin' to triz with us, uh
You say you got a man, and you're in love
But what's love gotta do with a little ménage?
After the party, me and you
Could just slide for a few and she could come too
That's love!
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It's about us, it's about trust, babe
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It should be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Mami, I know you got issues
You got a man, but you need to understand that you got somethin' with you
Ass is fat, frame is little
Tattoo on your chest with his name in the middle, uh
I'm not a hater, I just crush a lot
And the way you shake your booty, I don't want you to stop
You need to come a little closer (closer)
And let me put you, under my arms like a Don is supposed to
Please believe, you leave with me
We be freakin' all night like we was on E
You need to trust the God and jump in the car
For a little hard eight at the Taj Mahal
What's love?
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It's about us, it's about trust, babe
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It should be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
Michael Jack style, hot steppin', who the mack now?
Not my fault that they love the kid
Might be the chain or the whip, I don't know what it is
We just party and bullshit
Come on, mami, put your body in motion, you got a nigga open
You came here with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing the song with me
All my ladies come on
When I look in your eyes, there's no stoppin' me
I want the Don Joey Crack, come rock with me (uh-huh)
Don't want your stacks, I got your back (yeah)
Don't cut 'em no slack, 'cause we on it like that (uh, woo, uh)
Come on (yeah, yeah, y'all)
And put it all (yeah, yeah, y'all) on me (put it on ya, girl)
On me (I'ma put it on ya, girl)
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It's about us, it's about trust, babe
What's love
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe?)
What's love?
It should be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey B. Atkins, Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Andre S. Parker, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Christopher Rios, Terry Britten, Graham Hamilton Lyle
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