Babyface

[Intro: Fat Joe]

I love you

I swear I love it though

Cool and Dre

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

Tripping in Punta [?] sipping on [?]

Everything designer, she fitted off marijuana

Shoved her on the cama now she posing for pics

Threw a ribbon on that ass now open your gift

Watch the palm trees sway, face time with baby face

I ain't got all the answers but I do know ye

The bag got her twerkulating like the stimmies is back

I'm like aw, gimme that, gimme that

You can have whatever you like not just purses

Pick any batter you want we do a verzuz

(Gangsta, gangsta)

Now that the paper's straight

Fuck it it's only right I give you baby face

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]

I'll give you sun, the rain, the moon, the stars, and the mountains

I'll give you the world

And all that you wish for

And even more

Cause boy I love you more than words can prove

And that's for sure

You know our love is pure

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

Ayo, there's levels to this shit so I wrote me a manual

Pink sands over Chanel sandals, tell me, have you?

Varadero Beach, we do it just like the Cubans do

If we talking Montana, I might have moved a few

Got Kenny Evans on background singing classic

I used to want Halle Berry and Toni Braxton

Dreams of making millions and I blew right past it

(What would Big do)

Christine on the ring, we call it blue magic

Call up the captain and tell him to bring the yachts out

She on the rebound, it's time to see her box out

Now that the paper's straight

Fuck it, it's only right I give you baby face

You love it

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]

I'll give you sun, the rain, the moon, the stars, and the mountains

I'll give you the world

And all that you wish for

And even more

Cause boy I love you more than words can prove

And that's for sure

You know our love is pure