(Intro – Nicki Minaj & Gucci Mane)
Uh, Gucci
Wanna make love, love, beloved

(Poetry one – Gucci Mane)
King of the skreets
And when these south**kas see me, they should bow to my feet
And kiss the ground underneath
I look down at the beef
That s**t kittenish to me
Two hundred thousand to encounter me
And it'south been sold out for weeks
Tin can't brush shoulders with me
These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece
Look similar boulders to me
Damn, who colder than me?
Y'all call up he colder than me?
Y'all more bipolar than me
You talking crazy
I'thousand tryna book Beyoncé for my hymeneals day
I'm the type of ni**a, spend a one thousand thousand on a nuptials block
Ni**equally hate, but hesitate
They hate to see ya elevate
I but left out the gym
I'thou bout to take a swim and meditate
Woo!
At present it's time to celebrate
Ask me why I'm smiling
I say, Crusade I brand 2 mil a day
And I might have your bi**h and pay her bills
That's how I experience today
And I just wanna f**k
Don't wanna arctic, that's how I feel today

(Chorus – Gucci Mane)
I'm making coin like I'k making sweet dearest
I wanna make love, beloved, dearest
She say the coin brand her wanna make love
Wanna make love, love, honey, huh

(Poesy two – Nicki Minaj)
Ay yo, ain't talking housewives, but I'yard in the Porsche
First I'ma scorch her, then I'ma torch her
Then I'ma torture her, then I'ma off her
A million dollars for a show, they made their off-er
Go against Nicki, information technology'south gon cost ya
'Cause now it's f**m ya, intercourse ya
I rep Queens where they heed to a bunch of Nas
I'm a yes and these bi**hes is a agglomeration of nahs
Tryin' to win a gunfight with a agglomeration of knives
I win, go off the bench and give a agglomeration of fives
I don't see her
B*tch I'k the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia
I'm the iPhone, yous the Nokia
Everybody know yous jealous, bi**h it's so clear
Tell them bum donkey bi**hes to play their part
She see my sexy ass every time she scroll
I got it in the can, Dole
Your career gon exist with Anna Nicole
Witcha dumbass confront
She own't eating but I swear she got some bum ass taste
Text her man like, Dawg, how that bum ass gustation?
Pay your hire! And stay in your bum donkey identify
Oooohhh, oh y'all the quee the queen of this here?
One platinum plaque, anthology flopped, bi**h, where? bi**h, where?
Hahaha, ahhhhh
I took ii bars off but to laugh
Yous come across, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap
You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaques
South, plural like the S on my chest
Now sit your dumbass down
You lot got an F on your test

(Chorus – Gucci Mane)
I'1000 making coin similar I'm making sweet love
I wanna make dear, honey, love
She say the money make her wanna brand love
Wanna make dearest, dearest, love, huh

(Outro – Gucci Mane)
I love to see the money stack upwardly
Promise that we don't ever, ever break up, upward
Wanna make love, love, love