[Lyric] Make Love Remix (Ripsi WIneLover)

[Verse 1: Lil' Tokyo]
King of the skreets
And when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feet
And kiss the ground underneath
I look down at the beef
That shit childish to me
Two hundred thousand to see me
And it's been sold out for weeks
Can't brush shoulders with me
These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece
Look like boulders to me
Damn, who colder than me?
You think he colder than me?
You more bipolar than me
You talkin' crazy
I'm tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day
I'm the type of bitch, spend a million on a wedding cake
Hittas hate, but hesitate
They hate to see ya elevate
I just left out the gym
I'm 'bout to take a swim and meditate
Woo!
Now it's time to celebrate
Ask me why I'm smilin'
I say, "'Cause I make two mil' a day"
And I might take your bitch and pay her bills
That's how I feel today
And I just wanna fuck
Don't wanna chill, that's how I feel today
[Hook: Lil' Tokyo]
I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love
I wanna make love, love, love
She say the money make her wanna make love
Wanna make love, love, love, huh

[Interlude: Future & Beyoncé]
This is a stick-up, stick-up (I need them bags, all that money)
Stick-up, stick-up (You see the mask, "Where that money?")
Let's fuck up some commas
Let's fuck up some commas, yeah
Let's fuck up some commas
Let's fuck up some commas, yeah
40 thou' to a hundred thou'
Hundred thou, another hundred thou'
Na-na-na, diva is a female version of a hustla, of a hustla, of a, of a hustla
Na-na-na, diva is a female version of a hustla, of a hustla, of a, of a hustla...

[Verse 2: Ripsi Winelover]
Uh who this bitch think she is
To leak my music i didn't wanna drop
It yet because the song was so good
Now bitch thinkin' she can be me
But i'm the Rolls Royce and you're
A honda bitch like use your fuckin
Mind bitch but that is something
You do not have bitch like you came
In 7 years after i did bitch and you thinking
You are better than me bitch
Kiss my ass (Ass)
Now you from staten island
And i'm from Queens come here
And we can fight again over again
Like we did 10 years ago in the studio
Bitch my weave poppin' and your's
Is crunchy like lays bitch
If i see you i will snatch you hoe
And my 3rd album flopped
Yeah i know that but your album
Isn't even here you arguing
With a bitch that still makes music
And you haven't been relavant since
Since your 3rd album bitch
And you come to see my shows
And you even snoop thru my notebook
And you made accusations that i don't
Write my raps but i have proof that i write my
Own shit now let me check back to december 25th
1999 i was in the studio writing my diss track
And you were recording your album
But someone was writing your music
For you and you should go ghost again
For over 20 years and you begged me for
A feature back in 2011 when the incident
Happened and you rewrote your verse
Alot so bitch when you coming for me
Make sure you don't lie you dumb ass bitch
[Hook: Lil' Tokyo]
I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love
I wanna make love, love, love
She say the money make her wanna make love
Wanna make love, love, love, huh

[Outro: Lil' Tokyo]
I love to see the money stack up
Hope that we don't ever, ever break up (up)
Wanna make love, love, love