Young Chop - I Want the Love lyrics

[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 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 [Hook] (I want the love) ‘Cause all I see is haters And this money got these n***as catchin' favors 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) [Verse 1: Puff Daddy] 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 Bad Boy, that's one side These k**ers with me don't f** around, they jump fast like off sides I'm ‘bout to creep up on the billi, poppin' these bottles like Willy I know they gon' hate when I'm here, but when it's all over they feel me If you gon' show love when I'm dead, you better off just tryna k** me ‘Cause I'm gon' ball on n***as, and I ain't talkin' about you, I hate all ya'll n***as, ugh! 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***a, they all see it, can't hide that I'll touch down in your city, f** sh** up, n***a then fly back! [Hook] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I wanted the money and wanted the love Wanted them b**hes that wanted the d** They wanted the molly and 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, it was what it was It is what it is, look at me now Living the life and I'm f**ing these hoes n***as that hate me still come to my shows Shawty ain't ready to f** up my Rose, give a f** if I go 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: Meek Mill & (Puff Daddy)] All the hoes gon' love me, (and all the s**ers 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 Liv in the same night, (woke up, lil' n***a, what's next?) Since more money, power, respect, (most these n***as probably in debt) (Back when Michael Jackson was moonwalkin', I was still cutting them checks) And I still come through my set, sh**, (and they ain't showing love yet? sh**) (It's mo' money, mo' problems, what my n***a Big said best) [Hook]