feat. Fat Joe
  
  [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)
  Don't want your stacks (yeah)
  Just break my 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]