"Looking For Love" lyrics - RICK ROSS

(Usher)
She say she looking for love
All the girls in the club
You know wats up
She say she undercover though
And this is what she wants

(Rick Ross)
Money making extraordinaire
It's my pedigree
Everyday reality is your wildest fantasy
She transitions from simple
Now she's sophisticated
Separated from bummy b-tches
She elevated
We celebratin'
My world forever blatant
Don't say a word we can make a statement
We makin' love, I'm talkin' face to face
We party hard, ciroc case for case

(Usher)
She wants the finer things and all that she can get from me
She even wants the lovely cutie on my arm
She get it in she all the way turned up
She [?]
She said she set the mood for love

Watch out that girl is trouble
They ain't got nothin' on her
Can't even fight her hunger
She a get it girl
Watch her do her thang
What she got she get from her mother
She super straight, her body shaped like no other
She's making her way to my area
When she gets past security
I say... hello
Welcome to my table
Bring your girlfriends, everything paid for
We goin' get it in, ain't that what you came for
Heard you was lookin' for me
She say she looking for love
Well all the girls in the club know wats up
She say she undercover though
And this is what she wants

(Rick Ross)
Lets make a movie
2 superstars
2 big body coupes, avatars
Them average n-ggas stay in the econo lodge
I stay at louie bedspreads, camouflage
Fluorescent lights
The best vodka
No tops, short bottles
Long legs, baby don't stop
You could bring a friend, baby she could watch

(Usher)
Watch out that girl is trouble
They ain't got nothin' on her
Can't even fight her hunger
She a get it girl, watch her do her thang
What she got she get from her mother
She super straight, body shaped like no other
She's making her way to my area
When she gets past security
I say... hello
Welcome to my table
Bring your girlfriends, everything paid for
We goin' get it in, ain't that what you came for
Heard you was lookin' for me
She say she looking for love
Well all the girls in the club know wats up
She say she undercover though
And this is what she wants

(Rick Ross)
Straight off the concourse
The cheers and encores
Nice sweat, she fiends for one boy
The innovator, young Sean Combs
Reminiscing me and Biggie bringing broads home
Father figure, hatin' for them mother niggas
Dirty money, went and bought a money printer
Now my money longer than the Mississippi river
Money makin' extraordinaire
I am the n-gga