Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinashai Chelette Watts
Songwriter
Marvin Jason Chaney
Songwriter
Jonel Antoine
Songwriter
Lyrics
Quinashai Chelette
Love him love him dummy, love him
Love him more than money, money
Kisses from the Mrs. muah
Love him sweet like honey
How do you think you like that
I like the way that goes. Follow me
He'll need double for his trouble. Lay down let's cuddle
Game plan, let's huddle. Life talk, life struggle
Me no want no trouble; me no want rebuttal
Laid back, I'm subtle; sweet like the suckle
He grinds hard; he hustles and I touch on his muscles
And my seatbelt unbuckles and we dance in the puddles
And I just want to love you baby; we fit like a glove too
No one above you. We sky high, the best view
Love him love him dummy
Love him more than money
Kisses from the Mrs
Love him sweet like honey
Love him love him dummy
Love him more than money
Kisses from the Mrs
Love him sweet like honey
Abracadabra, my left hook is Casper, right hook is faster
With moves like I'm Jagger
Ain't no bitch that's badder. No ass that's fatter
I'm like the mad hatter, I'm high as a matter of fact watch me act up
Racks I can stack up
Mad, but your name on that ticket
Yeah you packed up and I left you the window sea
Yeah you know how that track go, lady in the streets
But a freak one in from that aisle seat
I mean the sheets baby, I'm playin I'm playin, I mean the sheets baby
But let me upgrade you; my hair, nails is slayed too
Ace of the spades boo; bank said I'm paid too
Racks rapped in suede, self and I'm made
Not up for grabs, I'm priceless, no trade
Yeah, that mean you stuck with me
Unless you want different and had enough of me
Drop me off where his love gone be
In the dark near his heart where he creep on me
Off and over there is where the damn sheets gone be
You say you want different, well baby got a ring for me
Love him love him dummy
Love him more than money
Kisses from the Mrs
Love him sweet like honey
Love him love him dummy
Love him more than money
Kisses from the Mrs
Love him sweet like honey
Marley
She say she love me dummy, probably just love me for my money
Take a trip to the island where it's always sunny
I do whatever she wanna to do, always say I got it boo
But she always wanna save the day, I call her Kim Possible
She wants Birkin and Dior, so you know I had to cop a few
Catch her off guard, I leave bands all in her pocket book
Had to lace her up, she never been with a solid dude
She see my whole team got sticks like we a hockey crew
She know a nigga on fire, never needed lighter fluid
Bless the beat, flow unique, make her scream hallelujah
It's crazy how she love a nigga dummy, dick her down
Now she love me more than money
R3
Love him love him dummy
Love him more than money
Kisses from the Mrs
Love him sweet like honey
Love him love him dummy
Love him more than money
Kisses from the Mrs
Love him sweet like honey
Love him love him dummy
Love him more than money
Kisses from the Mrs
Love him sweet like honey
Love him love him dummy
Love him more than money
Kisses from the Mrs
Love him sweet like honey
Baby baby baby said he got a ring for me
Baby said he got a ring, not a fling you see
Baby baby baby said he got a ring for me
Talkin bout a lifetime, not a fling you see
Baby Baby Baby
Baby baby baby said he got a ring for me
Writer(s): Quinashai Watts
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