It's a Queen's thing, babe
Who do you love?
Oh, oh, rock on...
How you doin' Miss? My name is L, I'm from Queens
I heard about your man he like to lace you with cream
Don't think about a mo-skee-no with Donna jeans
But it slipped-a and threw his rock down fiend
He be playin' like a willy cuz he dress ya
Duh, neva knowin' that his woman is
In need of love, you got Versace gold link
Stomach chains with rocks, official hair style
But you stuck up in the spot, makin love,
Duke is weak then he fallin asleep
You on the phone with your old peeps dyin' to creep
'tween my sheets, so what you got
Chanel on your feet, hot sex on a platter
Makes the mission complete, uh
1-Who do you love? (I wanna lounge with you)
Are you for sure? (I do what I gotta do)
(repeat...)
Jew-als and crystale gotta mack a phony style
He ain't watchin you he rather watch his money pile
Can't protect treasures when it's in a glass house
Soon as he turn the corner I'm turn this out
Full blown, frontin' in the 6 wit the chrome yo B
Why you leave your honey all alone with me
Just because you blessed with cash
Doesn't mean your honey won't let me finesse this
So, see the moral of the story is a woman need love
The kind you so-called playas never dreamed of
You gotta try love, can't buy love, if you play your
Hand then it's bye-bye love
(rpt 1...)
So what you got the cash flow and escro, damn
But your honey ran away like busto-alakazam
Man made the money, money never made the man
You still fake a tax throwin' rocks on her hand
See, you put your mack down now you need no
Brown rock roller wit' so much ice your cap's polar
I got them smokin' beanies bottle' in bikinis
Pushin ya whip on the fairway to see me
I keep it steamy, I make it burn when it's my turn
Teachin' shorty all the tools that you never learned
Don't get it twisted, gettin money ain't wrong
But she wanna make love all night long, I'm gone
(rpt 1
