Lyrics:
know which, which, which
Boys are dying on these streets
I know the medical world could knock you out
To sell the coins that you jayed last
But only no radio or video's gonna show me no love, they're phony
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like
to make sure my people gettin' by
Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil
You know it's real when your niggas will take the fall for you
All
I wanna get it right
Because I'm gonna always love you boy
And I need you boy
Tell me we'll fall in love again
Reunited, back to the business
the story in my hurt
The boys they always tell me that my words get 'em by
They can tell how much I mean it by the bloodshot in my eye
(Alright if you're
her feet
Glock in my right palm got my
Strong arm steady like kwali
Make it hard for you to get
By the silencer is so serene
Sound like a california
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, "Boy, bye" (sorry)
Tell
of sin for the wrongs that we've done
Wages of sin, we keep paying
Wages of sin, that's how we have our fun
I remember when I was a little boy out
When night came he watered
By fall he had the cold hard cash
When times get hard
Sometimes a good ole boy goes bad
The good book goes out
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
a drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman prayed at work (dom do ah)
Neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation with this fall out
can't trust not a
Soul inside these streets
I made a video out there in Copenhagen
So the homies can see
To let 'em know it's more
Than just Pamela Lee
And hope he don't turn out like you.
--- Instrumental ---
As of now I'm goona be a new girl
You'll see a change in me all over boy
And you won't know me
a drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman prayed at work (dom do ah)
Neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation with this fall out
When the nighttime comes fallin' down I jump in my pickup and head out of town
I ride on out to the country and call up my sweet honey
And we'll
out of town, call it safe sex (ayy)
When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (yeah)
Now watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my
trigger's aimin' right at your chest
By the time you figure out that she gave you the runaround
You won't know where she's at
She's a tumbleweed blowin' in
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
a baby in a stable, by an unknown father,
Who, me, jelous, what do ya mean!, I'm a material girl too, I've been on MTV, once, I made a video with Mick
Oh
Money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
Throw it, throw it up
Watch it fall out from the sky
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
that it piece of you is gone every time he done wrong
I'm the shoulder you're crying on
And I hope by the time that I'm done with this song, I figure out
And by the time I hit the highway
She called to tell me goodnight one more time
And she'd say, "Love you, miss you, mean it
Boy, I'll see you when I'm
that it piece of you is gone every time he done wrong
I'm the shoulder you're crying on
And I hope by the time that I'm done with this song, I figure out
them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant 'til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty-one, only son
But he served us
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