Lyrics:
But you act like a fool when you see her in the club
It's like me and my money, "Can't Stay Away"
Together, twenty-fo' hours a day
Real love - but
in the shape of a beast
'Cause they want you bad
Ain't cut for this
Better run for the hills, but those hills are idols
And I'm out here in
what
Put on your hills
Show me your skills
Turn around
Dance
I've already love it
I've already love it
Where you at, where you at
Dance, dance
Come
my eyes on you (and we can be more than friends)
You're too spicy and I like it
Never thought I find love in this club
Shawty, you caught my eye when I
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
not afraid to fly
You need to get on a flight and fly tonight
Run up in the hottest clubs so high
That tonight for these hoes is nuttin but love
I'm
you can't ever join the pack
Fuckin' with me, you can't ever do that
Slide through the hills, I love my chopper
Know she got my back, yeah
40. on me,
the plug like butt
Prada cufflinks sit low on the button
I get you slimed by your cousin
Things they do just for the love money
Angels singing as I sit
that heat
Gucci on the waist and them Jordan’s on his feet
Got my main man Solo with the verses and the dream
You can go bar for bar but you cannot
but is she down for me
Whenever in need
I make sure she eats
She can always count on me (yeah)
Have you ever been in love?
Well well well
ain't in the picture)
Mix the cold and the game and come get you (come get you)
Look, still on my mission
I'm still with them niggas they talk about
a waste
Got bloody seats inside my wraith
These niggas can’t stay with my pace
Looking out for something
My nigga no offense
You want that handout though,
I was high key me from the jump
Didn't front, nutted up
Respect the code, stayed a buck
No you can't sit with us
Over here, all for one, one for all
Tony Soprano
Throw em' all in the bottomless pit
For rockin' bowling shoes, talk about rocks and shit
[Cadillac Tah]
Yo, you bitch niggas is prey,
Bankroll Mob
Okay okay
You know, you know
Well I be
Bumping California Love on the West Side
Thanking God for the weed, women, and the sunshine
not afraid to fly
You need to get on a flight and fly tonight
Brought up in the hottest clubs so high
That tonight for these hoes is nothing but love
artists
Fuck you for pretending I don' exist
I'm not good enough for your playlist
Won't even respond to my letters
Fuck the private clubs that I don't know
we politic like that
Remember '94, we sold mix like that
[RZA]
4 Sho, the whole crew used to sling like that
[Beretta 9]
Indeed, you know
(You living lavish nigga) (Yeah)
(I love the hills)
(Woah-oh)
(I fucking did it)
(I fucking did it)
Don't know what I did but I mufuckin did it
For a sweet exit
Come with me to the dreamy hill
We will be happy
(Si tu veux venir avec moi)
Come to me at the dreamy hill
Show you how great it
the night before
You know I'm on 80 all acting a fool-io
We putting sparkles on them bottles make them move the ho
My name is Young and I don't club without
to the top with my homies.
I pray for success by my lonely.
I'm Al Capone
Never mix me with a phony,
Danger is all that I'm knowing.
Reciting a poem,
My
Plug
I'm the plug
Yeah bitch I'm the plug
I'm the plug
Yeah you need to start shopping
I'm a sun yeah you got the star talking
Mix it up
Put drank
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