[Fat Joe]    Put the fuckin' mic on    Mic is on    Joe Crack the Don uh    Yeah, yeah y'all    Irv Gotti       [Ashanti]    What's love       [Fat Joe]    Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad    It should be about us    Be about trust       [chorus]    What's love (got to do, got to do with it, babe)    What's love    It's about us    It's about trust, babe    What's love (got to do, got to do with it, babe)    What's love    It should be about us    It should be about trust, babe    What's love       Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby    Let you know from the get go, I don't go down lady    I wanna chick with thick hips    That licks her lips    She can be the office type or like to strip    Girl, you get me aroused, how you look in my eye    But you talk too much man, your ruinin' my high    Don't wanna lose the feelin'    Cause the roof and ceilin'    Is on fire and you lookin'    Good for the gettin'    I'm a rider    Hooker in a hoodie or a liner, I'm a provider    You should see the jewelery on my women    And I'm livin' it up    The Squad stay feelin' the truck    With chicks that's willin' to triz with us, uh    You say you gotta man and you're in love    But what's love    Gotta do with a little menage    After the party    Me and you    Could just slide for a few    And she could come too    What's love       [chorus]       Yeah, uh yeah, yo mommy, I know you got issues    You gotta man    But you need to understand    That you got somethin' with you    Ass is fat, frame is little    Tatoo on your chest with his name in the middle    Uh, I'm not a hater, I just crush a lot    And the way you shake your booty, I don't want you to stop    You need to come a little closer    (You need to come a little closer)    And let me put you under my arm like a Don is    Supposed to (supposed to)    Please believe    You leave with me    We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E    You need to trust the God and jump in the car    For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal    What's love       [chorus]       [Fat Joe]    Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down    Michael Jack-style (he he)    Hot 7, who the Mack now    Not my fault cause they love the kid    Might be the chain or the whip    I don't know what it is    We just party and bullshit    Come on mommy, put your body in motion    You gotta nigga open    You came here with the heart to cheat    So you need to sing the song with me    All my ladies, come on       [Ashanti]    When I look in your eyes, there's no stoppin' me    I want the *Don Joey Crack* on top of me (uh huh) *Fat Joe Crack*   Don't want your stacks (yeah)    i got your back (uh)    Gonna cut you no slack (whoo)    Cause I'm on it like that (uh, come on)    Come on (yeah, yeah y'all)    And put it (yeah, yeah y'all)    On me (put it on ya girl)    On me (I'ma put it on ya girl)       [chorus 2x]