Lyrics:
ball every night like money ain't really nothing to us
We turn bitches n Instagram model to real slaves
They know me and my niggas slide for real, they
Yeah
Focusing
Under pressure
Stepping up
With my effort
I'm losing interest in some older things
But they still holding on barely by a string
I got
I fight back when they try to hold me down
And I act up like I was an only child
Cause my anthem is the passion that I've had from day one
Ain't no
Yeah
Aye
Damn
Aye
Yeah
Put me on the list with the elites
Just write my name for every slot above 3
That look like me
Me and me
Just put on a beat
go to cocktail parties for the very arty
The time goes by I'm so polite hmm.. you're very pretty
Well ain't that nice
We keep our dreams in big
the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks
So put this in yo' jaw like wieners and beef franks
[Chorus]
I put too much sugar in my Kool Aid
And party like
Shit Got Damn Lyrics
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Shit God damn
In the club, jumpin', let the party begin
And I got 'em like, shit God damn
VIP that's our
"Feels like that I've been here before"
I don't wanna romanticize another
Time that's gone by
But I have to be honest and tell you that
I'm an old
knows me
'Cah I made her strip like the front line
Fuck a party I ain't got time to rave
Got a Ferrari in the microwave
Me and my girl went
paranoid what you sharking me for?
Act like you ain't seen a Cartier before
Few years back it was parties galore
But man's grown up don't ask for a truce
Sort of like like the game show
"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up
Sort of like like the game show
"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up
talk
4-4 boys I used to balk, but now I got a glock 40
I feel sorry for any nigga that wanna get naughty
I love fuckin up parties, watchin bitches like
me, I'd be like, "You're too young to get this
But you need to be flexible with all your future visions
Everyone around you is showing you their true
among the many paths
Forged by lies I told myself
Lies like 'I will be protected'
Lies like 'death might forget me'
Like 'home is where I'm never
the switches to the side
The truck's full of amps in the back of the g-ride
Everybody's styling, Profile's Low
I'm driving real slow, looks like a big car
Now if I should owe a friend a million dollars
He knows my guarantee is sound
If we should get hijacked by robbers
There'd be no big money laying all
The burned butter in the early mornings
Just like those songs on the radio
The shop windows and the latest trends
Blue for boys and pink for girls
The sound
by the ton
It’s gonna be a late night
There’s gonna be a bar fight
Good like my girls life
She know how to do it right until
[Chorus]
All my
Wednesday got a big bag, 'cause I done heard the money callin'
Thursday gotta cash out cause Friday we gon' party
Saturday we ain't talkin' 'bout it but
Judged by twelve or carried by six
Whatever homie I ain't trying to hear that shit
I'm trying to live my life prosperous
To the fullest
I ain't trying
Frodo saw.
We keep it romantic by the fire and I call a star?
But I'm still a big boy making love up in you jar.
Ohh no look what I've done she's
Fam you started it, na'll it ain't over
Quarterback vision lookin' over ya shoulder
Got chips on mines
In bag's like Santa's, big clips on 9's
Trade
to really take a chance
Can I ask, may I have this Christmas
May I have this Christmas dance?
Carols from a choir
Family by the fire
Listening
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