Love Don't Cost (A Thing) - Icewater, Method Man

Mami in a damn Range, do your damn thing

And don’t be mad at me, because your man’s lame

My boys call me Stumik, cuz it’s my damn name

Now let’s get it poppin', just like champagne

And it’s a damn shame, cuz you deserve better

I’m a baller, I can show you how to burn cheddar

Or we can walk, hand to hand, with shoulders

Cuz my flow’ll get you open like a can of soda

If we was snakes, I’m the man with the cobra

So why don’t you get rid of that lizard, and come lamp with a soldier

Cuz I’m your first pick, and your dude is worthless

And if you don’t understand, then boo, it’s like this, listen

If love don’t cost a thing, why is she chasing my paper, chasing my paper

I got a feeling in my heart that tells me something ain’t right,

something ain’t right

Baby you could do what you do, you ain’t got to do me no favors, do me no favors

I could of been the one that made that change in your life, change in your life

It seem like yo, everytime I turn around, you got your hand out

The only word I hear is 'money' out your damn mouth

It’s all love, then why it seem like

When you see money, I got this green light

But when the bread’s gone, Paulie’s in a red zone

Got to get my badge patched up and go the hell home

You need a manicure, you need a pedicure

You need to chop and cop something out of every store

And when you out of cash, you want to spend mine

But I ain’t strippin', bitch, I’m dippin' on you this time

I’m a breeze, don’t holla, chill

Because I’ll rather be single like a dollar bill

Look, I’m razor sharp, ain’t no cut in my throat

If you smell me, you see I’m dope, ain’t no cuttin' my coke

I’m still, rough with the quotes, still, puffin' my smoke

While these critics still on they knees and still suckin' off GOAT’s

My shit’s grimey, not accustomed to soap, might even seel a customer soul

Or throw these shells thump in his coat

Spend my budget up, like 'fuck it, I’m broke'

You like them dudes on VH1, you lose trying fuck with New York

Look, this what the game bout, I’m from where niggas

Don’t come around with the chains, I hangs out

With them ghetto women that bang out, do hair sell

Dope and babysit out the same house, you caved out

I do my thang, it’s Wu-Tang, still in the game

My niggas still in the bathroom, stealing your chains

Look, it’s M-E-F and Ice H20

Combination to the safe, it ain’t safe no more, bitch

Yo, they say 'love don’t cost a thing' like J. Lo

But that change when they asking for things and I say no

I make dough, so you know I play with my bread

I trick chicks to lick dick, for trying to braid my head

I ain’t rich but I’m making my spreads, so bitch dig this

Consider it a privalege to lay in my bed

I’m a don, I don’t pay 'em for head

I don’t even pay attention they mention I can pay for the rent

All they get is violated instead, I be making them beg

Get on your knees, say please, before I say to this dead

I’m a G, I see cake on the reg

And they don’t ever a see a slice, just a pipe that I’m laying instead