How you doin miss? My name is L I'm from Queens

I heard about your man he like to lace you wit cream

Dolce Gabbana, Mo-ski-no wit Donna jeans

But he slipped up, and threw his rock to a fiend

He be playin like a Willie cause he dress ya, duh

Neva knowin' that his woman is in need of love

You got Versace gold link stomach chains wit 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 sex on a platter makes the mission complete, uh



(chorus)-Total

Who do you love (i wanna lounge wit you)

Are you for sure (i do what i gotta do)

repeat...



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 glass house

Soon as he turn the corner I'ma turn this out

Full blown, frontin' in the 6 wit the chrome

yo B, why you leave your honey all alone wit me

Just because you blessed wit cash

Doesnt mean your honey wont let me finesse this..

So see the moral of the story is a woman need love

The kind you so-called playas never dreamed of

You gotta try love,can't buy love

If you play your hand then it's bye-bye love



(chorus)



Who do you love...are you..for..sure(repeat)



So what you got the cash flow and escro, damn

But your honey ran away like busto-alakazam

Man made the money,money never made the man

You still fakin jax throwin rocks on her hand

See,you put your mack down now you need no brown

Rck roller wit' so much ice your cap's polar

I got em smokin' beanies bottlin bikinis