Composition
The song was written by Damon Sharpe, Greg Lawson, Georgette Franklin, Jeremy Monroe and Amille Harris; Ric Wake served as Producer. In "Love Don't Cost a Thing", Lopez sings about the "inner workings of love." Lyrically, the song is about a female lover "over" her love buying her heart through material goods, and she is frustrated to the extent of saying "even if you were broke, my love don't cost a thing." The inspiration has been believed to have come from her relationship with rapper Sean Combs, who had allegedly showered her with diamonds and Jewelry.
James Dinh from MTV wrote "In addition to birthing the public persona known as "J.Lo," this track is also the tale of a materialistic relationship (full of credit cards and lavish gifts) on the lead single to her sophomore effort. Think you gonna keep me iced, you don't/ Think I'm gonna spend your cash, I won't/ Even if you were broke/ My love don't cost a thing Lopez sings during the chorus. Rumor has it that the tune was about her high-profile relationship with Diddy."
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