Love More (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Till we get it

I'ma get it

Till we get it

Till we get it

I'ma get it

Till we get it

You say all you need is consistent love

When I try, I swear it's never enough

I messed up

Maybe this thing here just ain't meant for us

Baby, you let go and I pull you back

I let go, you ain't havin' that

We do it like rock stars

Sexin' in my hotel room and we so loud

Higher than a smoke cloud

Shades on, doin' '95 with the top down

I might sound crazy

'Cause we be goin' back and forth

One minute, I hate you

Then I love you

That's how it is

Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more

Till we get it

I'ma get it (I'ma get it)

Till we get it (Till we get it)

Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more

I'ma get it (I'ma get it)

Till we get it (Till we get it)

I'ma get it

Why is it all so complicated?

Baby, this should be simple

It's drivin' me mental

But when you back it up

It really drives me crazy

And you know what I'm into

Make me forget what we arguin' about, aye

We do it like rock stars

Sexin' in my hotel room and we so loud

Higher than a smoke cloud

Shades on, doin' '95 with the top down

I might sound crazy

'Cause we goin' back and forth

One minute, I hate you

Then I love you

That's how it is

Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more

Till we get it

I'ma get it (I'ma get it)

Till we get it (Till we get it right)

Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more

I'ma get it (I'ma get it)

Till we get it (Till we get it)

I'ma get it

He don't know me, but he's settin' up to blow me, uh

Said my Twitter pics remind him of Naomi, uh

On the low, I used to holler at his homie, uh

Fuck it, now I'm 'bout to ride him like a pony, yeah, okay

Thug prolly, yo, come prolly

He wanna fuck a bad dolly and pop molly

I hope your pockets got a motherfuckin' pot belly

Or is it that you never ball? John Salley

He had the Rolls in the Royce, the tone in his voice

Don't want a good girl, no, hoes is his choice

Dick on H, pussy on W

Mouth on open, ass on smother you

Ass on the cover, too, Elle Magazine

Vroom, vroom, vroom, get gasoline

Could I be your wife? Naw, we could bang though

I got these **** whipped, call me Django

Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more

Till we get it

I'ma get it (I'ma get it)

Till we get it (Till we get it)

Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more

I'ma get it (I'ma get it)

Till we get it (Till we get it)

I'ma get it