Lyrics I Want the Love - Meek Mill
I
hate
funerals,
I
love
life.
I
hate
when
I
see
a
whole
bunch
of
people
just
crying
in
a
funeral
on
some
fake
shit.
They
ain't
really
love
a
nigga
while
they
was
there.
See
I'm
a
different
type
of
nigga,
I
wanna
be
honest
with
y'all.
I
need
the
love
now,
if
y'all
motherfuckers
gonna
be
crying
and
playing
thirty
minute
specials
when
I'm
gone
(an
hour
special
that
I'm
gone)
fuck
that,
love
me
while
I'm
here.
Love
me
while
I'm
here,
I
had
to
tell
a
bitch
(I
want
the
love)
'Cause
all
I
see
is
haters
and
this
money
got
these
niggas
catchin'
verbals
and
I
tell
ya
(I
want
the
love)
'Cause
all
I
know
is
getting
money,
knockin'
at
the
door,
I'm
like
who
is
it?
Bitch
I
tell
ya
(I
want
the
love)
I'm
a
rich
nigga
I
don't
get
mad,
I
just
get
paper
(I
don't)
I
don't
catch
feelings
I
catch
flights,
that's
brick
paper
(for
what)
For
one
rider
at
Badboy,
that's
one
side
These
killers
with
me,
don't
fuck
around
they
jump
fast
like
off
sides
I'm
'bout
to
keep
up
on
the
billy,
poppin'
these
bottles
and
really
I
know
they
gon'
hate
when
I'm
high,
but
when
it's
all
over
they
feel
me
If
you
want
your
love
when
I'm
dead,
you
better
off
just
tryna
kill
me
'Cause
I'm
gonna
ball
on
you,
and
I
ain't
talkin'
about
you,
I
hate
all
y'll
niggas
Ten
burgers
for
your
man,
ho
I
could
buy
that
Last
week
I
made
a
hundred
mill,
you
should
try
that
I'm
a
real
nigga,
they
all
see
it,
can't
hide
that
I'll
touch
down
in
your
city,
fuck
shit
up,
nigga
then
fly
back
(I
want
the
love)
'Cause
all
I
see
is
haters
and
this
money
got
these
niggas
catchin'
verbals
and
I
tell
ya
(I
want
the
love)
'Cause
all
I
know
is
getting
money,
knockin'
at
the
door,
I'm
like
who
is
it?
Bitch
I
tell
ya
(I
want
the
love)
Wanted
the
money,
and
wanted
the
love
Wanted
them
bitches
that
wanted
the
drugs
That
wanted
the
molly
and
that
wanted
the
weed
I
walk
in
the
building
get
love
in
the
club
Love
in
the
streets,
bitch
it's
Meek
Milly
Them
niggas
was
haters
I
love
what
they
was
'Cause
all
of
that
hating
was
my
motivation
Now
I
got
the
paper
and
what
whaty
what?
It
is
what
it
is,
look
at
me
now
Living
the
life
in
the
fucking
EO
Niggas
that
hate
me
still
come
to
my
shows
Shawty
ain't
ready
to
fuck
up
my
wrist,
give
a
fuck
about
gold
Straight
to
the
money
and
back
to
the
hood
where
they
takin'
that
money
We
package
the
good
and
we
break
up
that
money
You
act
like
you
good
better
sell
you
some
money,
hater
(I
want
the
love)
'Cause
all
I
see
is
haters
and
this
money
got
these
niggas
catchin'
verbals
and
I
tell
ya
(I
want
the
love)
'Cause
all
I
know
is
getting
money,
knockin'
at
the
door,
I'm
like
who
is
it?
Bitch
I
tell
ya
(I
want
the
love)
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