Lyrics : Luis Witkiewitz/Raquan Hudson/Shane Lindstrom
Music : Luis Witkiewitz/Raquan Hudson/Shane Lindstrom
Producer : Murda Beatz/Wizzle
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just **** and make up?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point of ****ing it up
I was on your mind, say you got time
Come, come let me take it up
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just **** and make up?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point of ****ing it up
I was on your mind, say you got time
Come, come let me take it up
Like you got a thing for a nigga that been tellin’
Turn it around, let me show what I do
I got a thing for a girl with a thing
'Cause it show you that she got her mind on her too
Her mama like whatever nigga she like, she just send him to Daddy for him to approve
I say I'm her daddy, she look at me happy like, "Baby girl, this nigga know what to do"
Thinking even in the bed
Your daughter always give a nigga head
But now she ain't answering the phone
Texting like, "Leave a nigga 'lone"
And I ain't never live around trees, I smoke that tree, still wish a nigga would
Hear a lil' knock at the door so I let you in, now you saying shit good
Ayy, I'm used to ****ing with the bad b***he
Like, "Where you at?" "On the way"
I'ma do a hunnit a day, I like to come with the bad b***he
So I came anyway 'cause I'm on it
Could've took another route, I ain't wanna
'Cause I take this exit and send this message
Then I'm gone
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just **** and make up?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point of ****ing it up
I was on your mind, say you got time
Come, come let me take it up
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just **** and make up?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point of ****ing it up
I was on your mind, say you got time
Come, come let me take it up
Shawty, we in love
I feel too much pain when you're not around me
Love champagne when I'm in the club
I can't, can't run away, can't run away from you (Bae)
I spilled some paint on a mink, b***h, I'm elite, iced-out Patek Phillip
I graduated in the streets, critique in the sheets
Better have your nails and feet done
You could bring your friend, have a *********, yeah
I tried to tell you don't fall in love
All the things that I did and you still won't give up
Is it L-O-V-E?
I'm in the room but I still make it bleed
Baby, beg to me
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just **** and make up?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point of ****ing it up
I was on your mind, say you got time
Come, come let me take it up
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just **** and make up?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point of ****ing it up
I was on your mind, say you got time
Come, come let me take it up
Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just **** and make love
Know what you like, everybody good
No point in ****ing it u
I was on your mind
Mixing Engineer : Ali "AMAC" McGuire
Drums : Murda Beatz
Programming : Wizzle
Recording Engineer : Ali "AMAC" McGuire
Mastering Engineer : Jett Galindo
Vocals : Shordie Shordie/Trippie Redd