Kesia Hollins - Your Love lyrics

[Intro: Trey Songz] Yeah, come here [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I gotta certain hand in purchasin' automobiles Watch a hundred karats this what an Audmer is Walk up in the spot and we the trillest n***as in here Grab her by her arms, s** her neck 'til she surrenderin' Is it him? Valet the BM Not a baller, but ballin' above the rim Still blowin' money fast, Boston George, countin' money Chick finer than Wylona, so I let her count it for me She got a nice bubble when she rockin' Robin jeans Smokin' all the loud, but the neighbors can hear us scream Blew a milli in a club, next day we made five Smokin' on a jet, they bill your card with the fine Never mind, Dirty Money ballin' on another planet If I bought another Coupe, you n***as couldn't stand it MC Hammer in the flesh, 357 Baby girl a thug, she use her p**y as a weapon [Verse 2: Trey Songz] Girl, I want you face down first thing when I wake up Already got you covered girl ain't no need for make-up I just need a camera and someone to tape us Internet ain't ready for the way that we gon' make love Got me fiendin' right now, girl, I need you right now Tryna hold back but you can get it Don't tease me right now, baby, please me right now Girl, scream yes if you with it [Hook: Trey Songz] Got, got-got, got-got one question, one question for you When I'm goin' through withdrawals tell me what I'm 'sposed to do 'Cause I need your love, I want your love Girl, it ain't the same if I ain't got your love Your love, your love, your love, your love All I want is you baby, all I want is you baby All I really want is you, your touch, your s** is my drug All I want is you babe, only one is you baby [Verse 3: Dirty Money] I'ma put it in yo' face boy as soon as you wake up I know you wanna hit it, want me to be your little s*ut If you do it good, boy I'll return the favor Baby, I'm tired of the bed I wanna try it on the table Boy, I fiendin' right now, boy, I need you right now Come a-come a, come a little closer you can get it Don't tease me right now, better please me right now Let your tongue walk on this p**y [Hook: Dirty Money & Trey Songz] Got, got-got, got-got one question, one question for you When I'm goin' through withdrawals tell me what I'm 'sposed to do 'Cause I need your love, I want your love Boy, it ain't the same if I ain't got your love Your love, your love, your love, your love All I want is you baby, all I want is you baby All I really want is you, your touch, your s** is my drug All I want is you babe, only one is you baby [Verse 4: Diddy] b**h you know I'm Diddy hoe, real deally-o Real estate in the states, spillin' in Philly yo I did it for the team, I did it for you shorty I did it for the fans, I did it for the glory co*ky n***a still half co*kin' my Yankee fitted My wrists Rocky, Sylvester Stallone, Jacob did it Early birds, furry furs His and hers, baby girl, silver spurs You know I stay on my grind and she be right there The sh** I'm doin' won't be seen or done for light years Talkin' me and you, the world is ours All we need is our love, money, and the power Talk to 'em [Outro: Dirty Money & Trey Songz] My love, my love, your love, your love) Your s**, your s**, is my drug, is my drug Boy I need your body here tonight I ain't leavin' this club without your love Your love, your love, your love, your love All I really want is your love Oh, oh Love, yeah