Lyrics:
moe"
50 thousand hanging from my earlobe
With a bank account that most niggas would kill for
Stupid retarded crib, and all my whips clean
Rocking
I'm praying to you Jesus deliver me from evil
Polices trying to get me, protect me from them people
Tempted by easy money, by easy, I mean illegal
me quick I'll go all night
I'm Tanning Chatum, Magic Mike
Zombified I'm world war Z
Sing all night like I'm on Glee
I brush my teeth, I'll never OD
cash?
Her baby daddy live by my words
Damn, she cold, she got them curves
Double parked outside of the club
Niggas like, "Damn, nigga got some nerves"
All this relationship action aint on my lover flow
Stop trynna keep us alive shits just lookin touch and go
Shut the door we can film a tape get on our
Life's a fog at night red brake lights
The freeway beside a restaurant
Cold egg whites sat on my plate like
3 AM this is a spot frequented by some
[Chorus - Lisa Maffia (JD)]
All the thugs in the clubs get your cris on ice (ice)
Ladies in the club shake your body like dice (dice)
My kind of jam
glisten
I'm soul-searchin, I'm soul-hurtin
What happens when money don't make you happy
I wish this on no person
Ate at the classy places, made all my
got my leg
You don't know the slogan Still Winnin I can't let up
Playin by these Bitch Niggas rules I was fed up
Ah uh Smoke a Nigga bootz, ah huh
Know
(I got one on each arm)
Double Up
I'm back up in the VIP, in a cloud of smoke
Be poundin, surrounded by all my folks
Give me another shot, damn
on the past ten months I think I might be fried
Hope that my friends don’t see me now any differently
Probably pissed at me
I was always so fucked up I’m ready
wanna Just say you wannanna
I’ll do the bills gan... my baby take
And she herself she ah big package for me
All her friends be 911 emergency call d police
I get money on the road get money in the trap and
Get money on the road, get money plus my line bang
Police come yeah we're still trapping
I'm
was right and you know
I'm pretty wild.
Love is just a game, you know it,
and we all like to play.
My responsibilities stayed in Paris,
tonight I'm
spoiled little daddy
Stomps the floor we can do it on Fifth
Ave in the Department store
We can do it in Tokyo, we do it in Taiwan
All my Harajuku girls say
the floor
We could do it on Fifth Ave in the department store
We could do it in Tokyo, we do it in Taiwan
All my Harajuku girls say I am they icon
I
What it be
High'd up in Tokyo
Driften off the fuckin Dro
What it be
Eyes really chino tho
Smoke exotic adios
Ya'll made a piece of my heart numb
brains layin' around the club
Them niggas scared, know they can't fuck with us
But that's the sides you run with
Know my mom and all my sister and all
you see me in a club and you ask why am I all alone tho
That's the reason why you get a problem and be like "where all of my friends, bro?"
That's
This ain't another club song
Or love song that why'all can fuck on
So get the fuck on
A nigga rich can't believe the bullshit that I'm stuck on
Bad chick, she getting naughty (Naughty)
My group is at the scene
Tell your friend I'm sorry (Sorry)
We pull up to the club and
Then we start
brought all my niggas (gang)
Press by my life, my interview be the booth
I got my head on steady, going in, I can't lose
Just want your love to be
right now I'm booing you
What did Kobe, Gigi and them other passengers do to you? (What they do?)
My condolences at this time is all I could offer
Kobe
will make a nigga change
Well, it ain't, it ain't
All you gonna do is make a man have to call the police
Leave him, or let him cheat in peace
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