Lyrics:
Hey, don't worry, I've been lied to
I've been here many times before
Girl, don't you worry, I know where I stand
I don't need this love, I don't
by my side like a mini me yeah
You know I'm drippin' the sauce
Leaving me was your lost
Can't believe that you crossed
Pockets so big like Rick Ross
ain't nothing to me (ayy, ayy)
Look at this shit, it ain't nothing to me (woo, ayy)
Uh
Nah, that ain't nothi'g to me (nah)
Boy, I get money in my
'cause
On the beach just chillin out
Six puerto rican hoochies just me, boosie, and rick ross
Bet a hundred on that Saints game
Kinda pissed off I just
To discover with dread that my head was as bald
As a novice's knees
I was dying of shame
'Til a gentleman came
An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
He
(why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby
Straight up honey really I'm askin'
Most of these niggas think they be
hustle
Ricky Ross results, I need a big number (woo)
I'm in love with my money
I'm in love (I fell in love), I'm in love (I fell in love)
I'm in love
shit to lick with?
Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to Slick Rick
Though you pretend to be glory
I'm number one, that's the end
on her mind
Gotta pay that cost to be a boss
I put on my Louboutins playing golf
Young nigga walking with Nina Ross
I'm dropping the bombs like Viet Cong
don't know where I'd be
Man, here we go
I said that we live in the land of criminals
My era, my era, my era so original
Uh uh, I survived it
the thousand
Them young goons never sleep, they somewhere prowling
Everywhere we go they tote a chopper by the thousand
Rick Owens boots, I'm walking on a few
nigga
I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga
I put up some ornaments today, nigga
'Cause 'round here, every day a holiday, nigga
This that Sorry 4
be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
But I be wit my niggas, I don't need no help
Tote it by myself, we
Livin' on my own
Somehow that sounds nice
You think I'm your fool
Well, you may just be right
'Cause minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep
hundred rooms
If you’re there all by yourself (Yes, you)
So I’ll take me my little one room paradise
And the man I love (And the man I love)
Well, that’s
baby like the last s***,
A big car and a bad b****
Uh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked,
These n****s ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em'
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up
If I did fuck, she'd be
up by my side
To make sure money don't pass me by
Have no fear, kick a snare
The ride get easy, jet is here
Now lets go through it into a week
baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em'
, what, what you need)
(I got what you need)
Hello, hello, hello, hello, white America, assassinate my character
Money matrimony, yeah, they tryna
the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is
baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em'
I never thought I'd need you
But now I find I'm wrong
Come on back, sweet mama
Back where you belong
I've rambled over town
To find that I
to me
I lose my man
I lose my head
I lose my money
Feel like I'm almost dead
I need you honey
Need you bad as can be
I've been down so long
That
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