Puff Daddy - I Want The Love lyrics

(feat. Meek Mill) I hate funerals, I love life. I hate when I see a whole bunch of people just crying in a funeral on some fake sh**. They ain't really love a n***a while they was there. See I'm a different type of n***a, I wanna be honest with y'all. I need the love now, if y'all motherf**ers gonna be crying and playing thirty minute specials when I'm gone (an hour special that I'm gone) f** that, love me while I'm here. Love me while I'm here, I had to tell a b**h (I want the love) 'Cause all I see is haters and this money got these n***as 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? b**h I tell ya (I want the love) I'm a rich n***a 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 k**ers with me, don't f** 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 k** me 'Cause I'm gonna ball on you, and I ain't talkin' about you, I hate all y'll n***as Ten burgers for your man, ho I could buy that Last week I made a hundred mill, you should try that I'm a real n***a, they all see it, can't hide that I'll touch down in your city, f** sh** up, n***a then fly back (I want the love) 'Cause all I see is haters and this money got these n***as 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? b**h I tell ya (I want the love) Wanted the money, and wanted the love Wanted them b**hes that wanted the d** That wanted the molly and that wanted the weed I walk in the building get love in the club Love in the streets, b**h it's Meek Milly Them n***as 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**ing EO n***as that hate me still come to my shows Shawty ain't ready to f** up my wrist, give a f** 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 sell you some money, hater (I want the love) 'Cause all I see is haters and this money got these n***as 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? b**h I tell ya (I want the love)