[Intro: Trey Songz]

Hey, hey, we keepin' it trill

Songbook, baby

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

If you need love, I'm lovin', if you need a thug, I'm thuggin'

If you need a hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold you down

Need a lil' dough, we flippin', got somewhere to go, I'm whippin'

Be a love hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold you down

[Verse 1: Bun B, Bun B & Trey Songz]

Bun B, I'ma man amongst men

My chain is white gold, my steel is tungsten

I'm made of tough skin, you gon' respect me

Take more than a average nigga to check me

I'm a rider 'til the wheels go ballin', they blow out

One hundred and one percent G and it's no doubt (What?)

That if you need a man to make you feel secure

Then baby, you ain't gotta look no more, I got the cure

You want money and jewels, you want clothes and cars

Wanna live VIP, rubbin' shoulders with stars

Wanna fly in G4's or sail the seas

Then your wish is my command, you can do what ya please

The lap of luxury is what you'll be layin' in

Just respect the player and the game that he's playin' in (For real)

I can show you a side of life you never seen

'Cause even the king of the trill need a separate queen

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

If you need love, I'm lovin', if you need a thug, I'm thuggin'

If you need a hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold you down

Need a lil' dough, we flippin', got somewhere to go, I'm whippin'

Be a love hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold you down

[Verse 2: Mike Jones, Mike Jones & Trey Songz]

See all that listenin' to them hoes in your ear gotta quit

I see they smile when I'm around, when I leave, they talk shit

They just mad 'cause I got you flippin' jagos, poppin' tags

Brand new clothes, you can't tell by the tag

I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hatin'

They just waitin' on you to slip so I could leave yo ass with Nathan

Then when I do that, they gon' back door and try to holla

Hopin' I'ma do them like you and drop them off some dollas

But I ain't 'cause I can't afford to go back down that road

I'd rather stay on my J-O and stack a bankroll

But I ain't 'cause I can't afford to go back down that road

I'd rather stay on my J-O and stack a bankroll

But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown

Holla at me, I'll be around, Mike Jones

But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown

Holla at me I'll be around, yeah

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

If you need love, I'm lovin', if you need a thug, I'm thuggin'

If you need a hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold you down

Need a lil' dough, we flippin', got somewhere to go, I'm whippin'

Be a love hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold you down

[Verse 3: Birdman]

I been puttin' it down, nigga and holdin' my grounds, nigga

From off the mound, nigga, we duckin' them clowns, nigga

Takin' they crown, nigga we shovin' the town, nigga

Rocks off the ground got the kush by the pounds, nigga

Ankle blingin', baby, wrist on freeze

Got the pinky on the ice, love a bitch with gold teeths

Hot girl nigga lovin' the G

Keep the work under the seat, she do it for me

Take a trip to port her off to the beach

Tell her homie hold it down 'cause we hustle to eat

And got me feelin' like I lost my Jones

I done lost my home so H town, it's on

And nuttin' change 'cause the palms got chrome

Nigga do this in the early 'cause we gettin' it on

And baby girl, you could shop alone

And fly the 4 to France and take a hundred bones

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

If you need love, I'm lovin', if you need a thug, I'm thuggin'

If you need a hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold you down

Need a lil' dough, we flippin', got somewhere to go, I'm whippin'

Be a love hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold you down