Fat Joe Feat Ashanti What`s Luv Lyrics

What`s Luv Lyrics

[Fat Joe]

Put the fuckin' mic on

Mic is on

Joe Crack the Don uh

Yeah, yeah y'all

Irv Gotti



[Ashanti]

What's love



[Fat Joe]

Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad

It should be about us

Be about trust



[chorus]

What's love (got to do, got to do with it, babe)

What's love

It's about us

It's about trust, babe

What's love (got to do, got to do with it, babe)

What's love

It should be about us

It should be about trust, babe

What's love



Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby

Let you know from the get go, I don't go down lady

I wanna chick with thick hips

That licks her lips

She can be the office type or like to strip

Girl, you get me aroused, how you look in my eye

But you talk too much man, your ruinin' my high

Don't wanna lose the feelin'

Cause the roof and ceilin'

Is on fire and you lookin'

Good for the gettin'

I'm a rider

Hooker in a hoodie or a liner, I'm a provider

You should see the jewelery on my women

And I'm livin' it up

The Squad stay feelin' the truck

With chicks that's willin' to triz with us, uh

You say you gotta man and you're in love

But what's love

Gotta do with a little menage

After the party

Me and you

Could just slide for a few

And she could come too

What's love



[chorus]



Yeah, uh yeah, yo mommy, I know you got issues

You gotta man

But you need to understand

That you got somethin' with you

Ass is fat, frame is little

Tatoo on your chest with his name in the middle

Uh, I'm not a hater, I just crush a lot

And the way you shake your booty, I don't want you to stop

You need to come a little closer

(You need to come a little closer)

And let me put you under my arm like a Don is

Supposed to (supposed to)

Please believe

You leave with me

We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E

You need to trust the God and jump in the car

For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal

What's love



[chorus]



[Fat Joe]

Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down

Michael Jack-style (he he)

Hot 7, who the Mack now

Not my fault cause they love the kid

Might be the chain or the whip

I don't know what it is

We just party and bullshit

Come on mommy, put your body in motion

You gotta nigga open

You came here with the heart to cheat

So you need to sing the song with me

All my ladies, come on



[Ashanti]

When I look in your eyes, there's no stoppin' me

I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (uh huh)

Don't want your stacks (yeah)

Just break my back (uh)

Gonna cut you no slack (whoo)

Cause I'm on it like that (uh, come on)

Come on (yeah, yeah y'all)

And put it (yeah, yeah y'all)

On me (put it on ya girl)

On me (I'ma put it on ya girl)



[chorus 2x]