| Lyrics: | Let's go
Hov!
Uh huh, Hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty,
young Hova
I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler]
I just want you to know [Wanna let you
know]
It aint where I been [It aint where I been]
But where I'm bout to go [Top of the
world!]
Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]
But be who I am [you know you love
me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
Now give
it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit
me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
[Verse
1]
When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's
what they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin, I replace them,
huh?
Drunk off Crist', mami on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the
club, high, singing off key
"And I wish I never met her at all..."
It gets better, ordered
another round
It's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of
Crist'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe
glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci
bra
Filth Mart jeans, take that off
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet,
that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet,
that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty,
that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that
gushi stuff
[Verse 2]
Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage
Let's
keep it real ma, you savin it for karats
You wanna see how far I'ma go
How, much I'ma
spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Crist',
but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, I might wife you and
buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and
your head's priceless
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down
Get you bling
like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like
2Pac's soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page
me, c'mon
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
stuff
I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov']
I just want you to know [Hov']
It aint where I
been
But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov']
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But
be who I am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll
forget your man
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the
world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The
Peanuts in L.A., Bubblin' in Dublin
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why
don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!
Give it to me
Gimme that
funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that
funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that
sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that
sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta...
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh |
