Artist: Puff Daddy (Diddy) f/ Meek Mill Album: MMM Song: I Want The Love Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Puff Daddy] I hate funerals, I love life I hate when I see a whole bunch of people just cryin' in a funeral on some fake shit {"Young Chop on the beat!"} 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 cryin' and playin' 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 [Chorus: Meek Mill] + (Puff Daddy) (I want the LOVE~!) Hey! Cause all I see is haters And this money got these niggas catchin' favors and I tell ya (I want the LOVE~!) Cause all I know is gettin' money Knockin’ at the door, I’m like who is it? Bitch I tell ya (I want the LOVE~!) [Puff Daddy] + (Meek Mill) 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 Bad Boy, that’s one side These killers with me don't fuck around, they jump fast like off sides I'm 'bout to creep up on the billi (billi) poppin' these bottles like Willy (what!) I know they gon' hate when I'm here (here) but when it's all over they feel me (yeah!) If you gon' show love when I'm dead (BOW!) you better off just tryna kill me (ahh~!) Cause I'm gon' ball on niggas, and I ain't talkin' about you, I hate all y'all niggas, UGH! Ten Birkins for your main hoe, I could buy that (buy that) Last week I made a hundred mil', you should try that (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! [Chorus] [Meek Mill] Yeah; I wanted the money and wanted the love, wanted them bitches that wanted the drugs They 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 hatin' was my motivation now I got the paper, it was what it was It is what it is, look at me now - livin' the life and I'm fuckin' these hoes Niggas that hate me still come to my shows, shawty ain't ready to fuck up my Rose Give a fuck if I go, 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! [Chorus] [Puff Daddy] + (Meek Mill) (Yeah; all the hoes gon' love me) And all the suckers gon' hate too Been +Trill+ like Bun B, cain't name nothin' I ain't do (We race to Vegas on jets) Yeah (from Miami, Vegas went back) woo! (And I did LIV in the same night) Woke up, lil' nigga, what's next? (Since more money, power, respect) Most these niggas prol'ly in debt Back when Michael Jackson was moonwalkin', I was still cuttin' them checks (And I still come through my set, shit) And they ain't showin' love yet? Shit "It's +Mo' Money, Mo' Problems+" what my nigga BIG said best [Chorus]