K-pop Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, Gucci
Wanna make love, love, love

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
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 Beyonce
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 a
nd pay her bills
That's how I feel today
And I just wanna fuck
Don't wanna chill,
that's how I feel today

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
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

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Ay yo, ain't talkin' housewives,
but I'm in the Porsche
First I'ma scorch her,
then I'ma torch her
Then I'ma torture her,
then I'ma off her
A million dollars for a show,
they made their off-er
Go against Nicki,
it's gon' cost ya
'Cause now it's fuck ya,
intercourse ya
I rep Queens
where they listen
to a bunch of Nas
I'm a yes and these bitches
is a bunch of nahs
Tryin’ to win a gunfight
with a bunch of knives
I win, get off the bench
and give a bunch of fives
I don't see her
Bitch I'm the greatest,
no Kendrick and no Sia
I'm the iPhone,
you the Nokia
Everybody know you jealous,
bitch it's so clear
Tell them bum ass bitches
to play their role
She see my sexy ass
every time she scroll
I got it in the can, Dole
Your career gon'
be with Anna Nicole
Witcha dumbass face
She ain't eatin' but I swear
she got some bum ass taste
Text her man like,
＂Dawg,
how that bum ass taste?＂
Pay your rent! And stay
in your bum ass place
Oooohhh, oh you
the qu-e-e-the queen
of this here?
One platinum plaque,
album flopped, bitch,
where? (bitch, where?)
Hahaha, ahhhhh
I took two bars off
just to laugh
You see, silly rabbit,
to be the queen of rap
You gotta sell records,
you gotta get plaques
S, plural like the
S on my chest
Now sit your dumbass down
You got an F on your test

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
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

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
I love to see the
money stack up
Hope that we don't ever,
ever break up (up)
Wanna make love, love, love