Method Man - Love Don't Cost (A Thing) lyrics

[Stumik] Mami in a damn Range, do your damn thing And don't be mad at me, because your man's lame My boys call me Stumik, cuz it's my damn name Now let's get it poppin', just like champagne And it's a damn shame, cuz you deserve better I'm a baller, I can show you how to burn cheddar Or we can walk, hand to hand, with shoulders Cuz my flow'll get you open like a can of soda If we was snakes, I'm the man with the cobra So why don't you get rid of that lizard, and come lamp with a soldier Cuz I'm your first pick, and your dude is worthless And if you don't understand, then boo, it's like this, listen [Hook: P.C.] If love don't cost a thing, why is she chasing my paper, chasing my paper I got a feeling in my heart that tells me something ain't right, something ain't right Baby you could do what you do, you ain't got to do me no favors, do me no favors I could of been the one that made that change in your life, change in your life [P.C.] It seem like yo, everytime I turn around, you got your hand out The only word I hear is 'money' out your damn mouth It's all love, then why it seem like When you see money, I got this green light But when the bread's gone, Paulie's in a red zone Got to get my badge patched up and go the hell home You need a manicure, you need a pedicure You need to chop and cop something out of every store And when you out of cash, you want to spend mine But I ain't strippin', b**h, I'm dippin' on you this time I'm a breeze, don't holla, chill Because I'll rather be single like a dollar bill [Hook] [Method Man] Look, I'm razor sharp, ain't no cut in my throat If you smell me, you see I'm dope, ain't no cuttin' my coke I'm still, rough with the quotes, still, puffin' my smoke While these critics still on they knees and still s**in' off GOAT's My sh**'s grimey, not accustomed to soap, might even seel a customer soul Or throw these shells thump in his coat Spend my budget up, like 'f** it, I'm broke' You like them dudes on VH1, you lose trying f** with New York Look, this what the game bout, I'm from where n***as Don't come around with the chains, I hangs out With them ghetto women that bang out, do hair sell Dope and babysit out the same house, you caved out I do my thang, it's Wu-Tang, still in the game My n***as still in the bathroom, stealing your chains Look, it's M-E-F and Ice H20 Combination to the safe, it ain't safe no more, b**h [Hook] [D.C.] Yo, they say 'love don't cost a thing' like J. Lo But that change when they asking for things and I say no I make dough, so you know I play with my bread I trick chicks to lick dick, for trying to braid my head I ain't rich but I'm making my spreads, so b**h dig this Consider it a privalege to lay in my bed I'm a don, I don't pay 'em for head I don't even pay attention they mention I can pay for the rent All they get is violated instead, I be making them beg Get on your knees, say please, before I say to this dead I'm a G, I see cake on the reg And they don't ever a see a slice, just a pipe that I'm laying instead [Hook]