(Grams)

Keke, Keke, Keke, Keke
Do you love me? Do you love me not?
Do you love me? Or you love my watch?
Do you love me? Or you love my guap?
Keke, Keke, Keke, Keke
Do you love me? Do you love me not?
Do you love me? Or you love my watch?
Do you love me? Or you love my guap?
Yeah, yeah

Can we get higher than God's propellers and stack up this cheese like mozzarella
I'm from a city where we see the opps we walkin 'em down our odds are better
All of these bitches are cap they only fuck with you when they know your time is better
Keke a beast but she fine as ever, I see the look in her eye, she devil
Keke can we freak-freak in the Maybach or the GT?
She classy, she look at my face with a attitude no she ain't having it
She want a nigga to take her all around the world, they changing my appetite
Catch a Keke, gotta leak-leak, as I hop in the back of the Cadillac
Keke, Titi, Fifi, Gigi
Got a whole lot of hoes around my spot
That brown one she so top notch
I can't let Keke leave this spot, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keke, Keke, Keke, Keke
Do you love me? Do you love me not?
Do you love me? Or you love my watch?
Do you love me? Or you love my guap?
Keke, Keke, Keke, Keke
Do you love me? Do you love me not?
Do you love me? Or you love my watch?
Do you love me? Or you love my guap?

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Gregory Carter, James Lee Baker