Let's go    Hov!    Uh huh, Hov'    You, are, not, ready    Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova       I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler]    I just want you to know [Wanna let you know]    It aint where I been [It aint where I been]    But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!]    Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]    But be who I am [you know you love me]    And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]    You'll forget your man    Now give it to me    Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff    But don't bullshit me    C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff       [Verse 1]    *When the Remi's in the system    Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em    That's what they be yellin    I'm a pimp by blood, not relation    Y'all be chasin, I replace them*    Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E    Can't keep her little model hands off me    Both in the club, high, singing off key    *And I wish I never met her at all...*    It gets better, ordered another round    It's, about, to go, down    Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'    Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere    What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses    Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion    Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra    Filth marked jeans, take that off       Give it to me    Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff    But don't bullshit me    C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff    I said give it to me    Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff    But don't bullshit me    Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff       [Verse 2]    Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage    Let's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbage    You wanna see how far I'ma go    How, much I'ma spend but you already know    Zip, zero, stingy with dinero    Might buy you Crist', but that about it    Might light your wrist, but that about it    Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips    Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick    Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless    Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down    Get you bling like the Neptune sound    Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold    Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold    Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies    I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon       Give it to me    Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff    But don't bullshit me    C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff    I said give it to me    Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff    But don't bullshit me    Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff    I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov']    I just want you to know [Hov']    It aint where I been    But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov']    Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]    But be who I am [know you love me]    And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]    You'll forget your man       [Verse 3]    Yeah, yeah, yeah    Same song, I'm back, been around the world    Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls    From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia    The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins    Can't deny me, why would you want to    You need me, why don't you try me    Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!       Give it to me    Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff    But don't bullshit me    C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff    I said give it to me    Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff    But don't bullshit me    Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff       You gotta...    Give it to me    Uh, uh huh