Trackmasters - Loungin (Who Do Ya Luv) lyrics

[Verse 1: LL Cool J] How you doin miss? My name is L I'm from Queens I heard about your man, he like to lace you with cream Dolce Gabbana, Mo-schi-no with Donna jeans But he slipped up, and threw his rock to a fiend He be playin like a Willie cause he dress ya dove Neva knowin' that his woman is in need of love You got Versace gold link stomach chains with rocks Official hair style but you stuck up in the spot Makin love, Duke is weak then he fallin asleep You on the phone wit your old peeps dyin to creep 'tween my sheets So what you got Chanel on your feet Hot s** on a platter makes the mission complete, uh [Chorus: Total (LL Cool J)] Who do you love (I wanna lounge with you) Are you for sure (I do what I gotta do) (4x) [Verse 2: LL Cool J] Jew-als and Cristal gotta mack a phony style He ain't watchin you he rather watch his money pile Can't protect treasures when its in a gla** house Soon as he turn the corner I'mma turn that a** out Full blown, frontin in the 6 with the chrome Yo B, why you leave your honey all alone wit me Just because you blessed with cash Doesn't mean your honey won't let me finesse that a** So see the moral of the story is a woman need love The kind you so-called players never dreamed of You gotta try love, can't buy love If you play your hand, then it's bye-bye love [Repeat Chorus] [LL Cool J] So what you got the cash flow and escro, damn But your honey ran away like presto, ala-kazam Man made the money, money never made the man You still fakin jacks throwin rocks on her hand See, you put your mack down now you Nino Brown Rock roller wit' so much ice your cap's polar I got em smokin beanies, modelin bikinis Pushin ya whip on the freeway to see me I keep it steamy, I make it burn when it's my turn Teachin shorty all the tools that you neva learned Don't get it twisted, gettin money ain't wrong But she wanna make love all night long, I'm gone [Repeat Chorus]