[Intro: Fat Joe]
I love you
I swear I love it though
Cool and Dre

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Tripping in Punta [?] sipping on [?]
Everything designer, she fitted off marijuana
Shoved her on the cama now she posing for pics
Threw a ribbon on that ass now open your gift
Watch the palm trees sway, face time with baby face
I ain't got all the answers but I do know ye
The bag got her twerkulating like the stimmies is back
I'm like aw, gimme that, gimme that
You can have whatever you like not just purses
Pick any batter you want we do a verzuz
(Gangsta, gangsta)
Now that the paper's straight
Fuck it it's only right I give you baby face

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
I'll give you sun, the rain, the moon, the stars, and the mountains
I'll give you the world
And all that you wish for
And even more
Cause boy I love you more than words can prove
And that's for sure
You know our love is pure
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Ayo, there's levels to this shit so I wrote me a manual
Pink sands over Chanel sandals, tell me, have you?
Varadero Beach, we do it just like the Cubans do
If we talking Montana, I might have moved a few
Got Kenny Evans on background singing classic
I used to want Halle Berry and Toni Braxton
Dreams of making millions and I blew right past it
(What would Big do)
Christine on the ring, we call it blue magic
Call up the captain and tell him to bring the yachts out
She on the rebound, it's time to see her box out
Now that the paper's straight
Fuck it, it's only right I give you baby face
You love it

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
I'll give you sun, the rain, the moon, the stars, and the mountains
I'll give you the world
And all that you wish for
And even more
Cause boy I love you more than words can prove
And that's for sure
You know our love is pure