Uh, Gucci Wanna make love, love, love King of the skreets And when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feet And kiss the ground underneath I look down at the beef That shit childish to me Two hundred thousand to see me And it's been sold out for weeks Can't brush shoulders with me These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece Look like boulders to me Damn, who colder than me? You think he colder than me? You more bipolar than me You talkin' crazy I'm tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day I'm the type of nigga, spend a million on a wedding cake Niggas hate, but hesitate They hate to see ya elevate I just left out the gym I'm 'bout to take a swim and meditate Woo! Now it's time to celebrate Ask me why I'm smilin' I say, "'Cause I make two mil' a day" And I might take your bitch and pay her bills That's how I feel today And I just wanna f**k Don't wanna chill, that's how I feel today I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love I wanna make love, love, love She say the money make her wanna make love Wanna make love, love, love, huh