NICKI MINAJ feat GUCCI MANE – Make Love Chords and Lyrics

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Scale: E Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 130
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO] Em
[VERSE]
Em
Uh, Gucci
Em
Wanna make love, love, love
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[VERSE]
Em
King of the skreets
Em
And when these suckas see me, 
Em
they should bow to my feet
Em
And kiss the ground underneath
Em
I look down at the beef
Em
That shit childish to me
Em
Two hundred thousand to see me
Em
And it's been sold out for weeks
Em
Can't brush shoulders with me
Em
These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece
Em
Look like boulders to me
Em
Damn, who colder than me?
Em
You think he colder than me?
Em
You more bipolar than me
Em
You talkin' crazy
Em
I'm tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day
Em
I'm the type of nigga, 
Em
spend a million on a wedding cake
Em
Niggas hate, but hesitate
Em
They hate to see ya elevate
Em
I just left out the gym
Em
I'm 'bout to take a swim and meditate
Em
Woo!
Em
Now it's time to celebrate
Em
Ask me why I'm smilin'
Em
I say, "'Cause I make two mil' a day"
Em
And I might take your bitch and pay her bills
Em
That's how I feel today
Em
And I just wanna fuck
Em
Don't wanna chill, that's how I feel today

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[HOOK]
Em
I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love
Em
I wanna make love, love, love
Em
She say the money make her wanna make love
Em
Wanna make love, love, love, huh

[VERSE]
Em
Ay yo, ain't talkin' housewives, 
Em
but I'm in the Porsche
Em
First I'ma scorch her, then I'ma torch her
Em
Then I'ma torture her, then I'ma off her
Em
A million dollars for a show, 
Em
they made their off-er
Em
Go against Nicki, it's gon' cost ya
Em
'Cause now it's fuck ya, intercourse ya
Em
I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas
Em
I'm a yes and these bitches is a bunch of nahs
Em
Tryin’ to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives
Em
I win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fives
Em
I don't see her
Em
Bitch I'm the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia
Em
I'm the iPhone, you the Nokia
Em
Everybody know you jealous, bitch it's so clear
Em
Tell them bum ass bitches to play their role
Em
She see my sexy ass every time she scroll
Em
I got it in the can, Dole
Em
Your career gon' be with Anna Nicole
Em
Witcha dumbass face
Em
She ain't eatin' but 
 Em
I swear she got some bum ass taste
Em
Text her man like, "Dawg, how that bum ass taste?"
Em
Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place
Em
Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here?
Em
One platinum plaque, 
Em
album flopped, bitch, where? (bitch, where?)
Em
Hahaha, ahhhhh
Em
I took two bars off just to laugh
Em
You see, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap
Em
You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaques
Em
S, plural like the S on my chest
Em
Now sit your dumbass down
Em
You got an F on your test

[HOOK]
Em
I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love
Em
I wanna make love, love, love
Em
She say the money make her wanna make love
Em
Wanna make love, love, love, huh

Em
I love to see the money stack up
Em
Hope that we don't ever, ever break up (up)
Em
Wanna make love, love, love

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