Puff Daddy - I Want The Love ft. 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 shit. They ain’t really love
A nigga while they was there.
See I’m a different type of nigga,
I wanna be honest with y'all.
I need the love now, if y’all
Motherfuckers gonna be crying
And playing thirty minute specials
When I’m gone (an hour special that I’m gone)
Fuck that, love me while I’m here.
Love me while I’m here,
I had to tell a bitch

(I want the love)
‘Cause all I see is haters
And this money got these niggas
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)

I’m a rich nigga 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 fuck 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 niggas
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 nigga, they all see
It, can’t hide that
I’ll touch down in your city,
Fuck shit up, nigga then fly back

(I want the love)
‘Cause all I see is haters
And this money got these niggas
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)

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 niggas 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 fucking EO
Niggas that hate me still
Come to my shows
Shawty ain’t ready to fuck up
My wrist, give a fuck 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

(I want the love)
‘Cause all I see is haters
And this money got these niggas
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)

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' nigga what's next
Since more money buys respect,
Most these niggas 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 nigga Big said best

(I want the love)
‘Cause all I see is haters
And this money got these niggas
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)