[Intro]
Yo n***a Marcy Mane
Ya' know what I'm sayin', know what I'm sayin'?
Yuh, What's love
What's love, got to do with this? (Wake up, F1lthy)

[Verse 1]
In my phone, singin' on the dresser
Vibratin' [?], I cannot be with this shit
I wake up, check my text message
It's the bill collecter talkin' 'bout "You gotta pay me bitch"
I'm like "what's love, got to do with this?"
I wake up, put on a fresh ass fit
I'm smokin' piff, smokin piff, I got them black ass lips
Brown [?], Brown bitch, my bitch bad as shit

[Verse 2]
What's love got to do with this? Everything
Icy chain, ice in my teeth I shine like fucking everyday
Marcy off the brain, don't give no fucks, so middle finger to yo head
Choppa' on my left, my dick in my middle and I'm 'bout to put it in that bitch
So, what's love, what's love got to do with this?
'bout to fucking jugg, with my n***a now he countin' shit
Gucci fuckin' chips, pull up in that fuckin' Gucci whip
Gucci house, everything, you on that polo shit
[Verse 3]
I'm fucking fly, and you still fuckin' polo bitch
And I'm fucking high, and you sittin' real low, low bitch
What's love got to do with this?
Everything love make the world go 'round
Make me fuckin' sing to the bad bitch, that I got
She don't think I fuckin' love her and I don't even know why
Every fucking mornin' I just, just look at her
I blow my piff, blow my piff, then I pass it to her
You know, love got to do with this
Love I got to deal with this, bullshit everyday
Tryna fuckin' count my chips, tryna count my chips
I do it for the love, stupid lil bitch

[Outro]
What's love, what's love
What's love, got to do with this?
What's love, what's love
What's love, got to do with this?
Everything