Puff Daddy - I Want The Love Feat. Meek Mill

 

Lyrics to I Want The Love Feat. Meek Mill by Puff Daddy

  [Intro] I hate funerals, I love life. I hate when I see a whole bunch of people just crying in a funeral on some fake shit. They ain’t really love a n-gga while they was there. See I’m a different type of n-gga, I wanna be honest with y'all. I need the love now, if y’all motherf-ckers gonna be crying and playing thirty minute specials when I’m gone (an hour special that I’m gone) f-ck that, love me while I’m here. Love me while I’m here, I had to tell a bitch [Hook] (I want the love) ‘Cause all I see is haters and this money got these n-ggas catchin’ verbals and I tell ya (I want the love) ‘Cause all I know is getting money, knockin’ at the door, I’m like who is it? Bitch I tell ya (I want the love) [Verse 1: Puff Daddy] I’m a rich n-gga I don’t get mad, I just get paper (I don’t) I don’t catch feelings I catch flights, that’s brick paper (for what) For one rider at Badboy, that’s one side These killers with me, don’t f-ck around they jump fast like off sides I’m ‘bout to keep up on the billy, poppin' these bottles and really I know they gon’ hate when I’m high, but when it’s all over they feel me If you want your love when I’m dead, you better off just tryna kill me ‘Cause I’m gon' ball on you, and I ain’t talkin’ about you, I hate all y’ll n-ggas Ten Birkins for your main ho I could buy that Last week I made a hundred mill, you should try that I’m a real n-gga, they all see it, can’t hide that I’ll touch down in your city, f-ck shit up, n-gga then fly back [Hook] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Wanted the money, and wanted the love Wanted them bitches that wanted the drugs That wanted the molly and wanted the weed I walk in the building get love in the club Love in the streets, bitch it’s Meek Milly Them n-ggas was haters I love what they was ‘Cause all of that hating was my motivation Now I got the paper and what whaty what? It is what it is, look at me now Living the life in the f-cking EO N-ggas that hate me still come to my shows Shawty ain’t ready to f-ck up my wrist, give a f-ck about gold Straight to the money and back to the hood where they takin’ that money We package the good and we break up that money You act like you good better save you some money, hater [Hook] [Verse 3: Puff Daddy] All the hoes gon' love me, and all the suckers gon' hate too Been trill like Bun B, can't name nothin' I ain't do We race to Vegas on jets from Miami, Vegas went back And I did live in the same night, woke up, lil' n-gga what's next Since more money buys respect, most these n-ggas probably in debt Back when Michael Jackson was moonwalkin', I was still cutting them checks And I still cut them I check, shit, and they ain't showing love yet It's mo' money, mo' problems, what my n-gga Big said best [Hook]