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Rod Wave - Whats Love Lyrics




(Thank you, Bizounce)
(Luci, LuciG)

What's love to a broken heart? (Yeah)
Want love? Got to know your part (Your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick (and her lipstick), baby girl materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin'
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded

Hold on 'cause that's our fault (That's our fault)
How ya break his heart, don't take no time off? (Don't take no time off)
How ya go for him then go for mine dog? (Woah)
Girl, you cold as ice, you hot as hot sauce (Hot as hot sauce)
She like her liquor with no chaser (No chaser)
Heart broke 'cause a broke nigga played her (Played her)
Now she lookin' for a rich nigga to save her
Them rich niggas bitch niggas but got paper (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just want diamond rings, she just want designer jeans (She want designer jeans)
She just want the lifestyle and anything that come between
Real country girl, but she got city girl dreams

What's love to a broken heart? (To a broken heart)
Want love? Got to know your part (Your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick (Lipstick), baby girl materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin' (All the times she was hurtin')
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I was in, uh, motherf*ckin' Vegas
I was doin' a lil' family thing, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm with my lady and my kids and, shit, my pops
Standin' at a motherf*ckin', uh, blackjack table
Bitch sat down next to me with a god damn A.P. on
I'm talkin' 'bout the fifty, big one, the fifty, fifty thousand dollar one
Say, "What the f*ck? Bitch, I ain't got no f*ckin' A.P"
Shit, yeah, uh

What's love to a broken heart?
Want love? Got to know your part (You got to, you got to know your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick, baby girl materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded (Yeah, yeah, for all the times she was blinded)

Yeah, yeah
She say, "No broke boys, no broke boys"
She say, "No broke boys, no broke boys"
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(Thank you, Bizounce)
(Luci, LuciG)

What's love to a broken heart? (Yeah)
Want love? Got to know your part (Your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick (and her lipstick), baby girl materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin'
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded

Hold on 'cause that's our fault (That's our fault)
How ya break his heart, don't take no time off? (Don't take no time off)
How ya go for him then go for mine dog? (Woah)
Girl, you cold as ice, you hot as hot sauce (Hot as hot sauce)
She like her liquor with no chaser (No chaser)
Heart broke 'cause a broke nigga played her (Played her)
Now she lookin' for a rich nigga to save her
Them rich niggas bitch niggas but got paper (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just want diamond rings, she just want designer jeans (She want designer jeans)
She just want the lifestyle and anything that come between
Real country girl, but she got city girl dreams

What's love to a broken heart? (To a broken heart)
Want love? Got to know your part (Your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick (Lipstick), baby girl materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin' (All the times she was hurtin')
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I was in, uh, motherf*ckin' Vegas
I was doin' a lil' family thing, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm with my lady and my kids and, shit, my pops
Standin' at a motherf*ckin', uh, blackjack table
Bitch sat down next to me with a god damn A.P. on
I'm talkin' 'bout the fifty, big one, the fifty, fifty thousand dollar one
Say, "What the f*ck? Bitch, I ain't got no f*ckin' A.P"
Shit, yeah, uh

What's love to a broken heart?
Want love? Got to know your part (You got to, you got to know your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick, baby girl materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded (Yeah, yeah, for all the times she was blinded)

Yeah, yeah
She say, "No broke boys, no broke boys"
She say, "No broke boys, no broke boys"
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Writer: Rodarius Green, Nicholas Lira, Lucas Grob
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