Go in your pocket pull out your wallet And put it in the air and sing [Bruno Mars] I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad Buy all of the things I
dream Go in your pocket pull out your wallet And put it in the air and sing I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad Buy all of the things I never
, doing things I said that I wouldn't do It's 3AM and I'm rushing out the door to see you Waiting, all day, but now you wanna call me Why do you do this
And mink coats are most certainly out too For if she goes in for that kind of thing Just might fall then what you will do You know you've always been
on I can't comprehend your stupidity, miscalculation Word to obstetricians show your crews anhiliation Predicted, Brains get evicted, Fuckin with me kid Bullets lift your lid And watch your
Dear homie, what's the hap since your up in the sky? With God by your side Homie what's it like? I know your bein' treated right No more worries Plus
trying to do is shut off Our access to information itself If they can't do it by law They know there's other ways to do it
so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs Jumped into your
be you, could be your whole damn crew It happens real quick, screechin' tires Next thing you're hit, your body's cold Your body's hot, you feel your
smile in your face, squeeze off the case, rock the glock back In your stomach, then I'll smile again Don't want to be your enemy, I'd rather be your
can do it up and buy out the mall. But I'm gone. I'm on the next bus, next club, next slut, next fuck fucking the next one, next up Legs up. How many
Her eyes said, "I wanna be with you all night I wanna rub you down, I wanna kiss, caress your soul Make your body warm and cold Do everything sexually
you game's over dude On the next page, they got power in effect While you two rednecks waitin' to see which one of us Kills the next brother next Think
it for the huge yes duplex living like I'm Hugh Heff Every other night I need a blue net for group sex Leaving with a bruise neck then I yell whose next... (Next
asshole (What else) If you fall on the concrete thats your asphalt If you pass on that Kane beat, thats your last thought Get what you ask for i swear thats your
motherf-cker Let me do my thing bitch im doing me And your girl doing the same sh-t Im in the car getting head As I lane switch, Do-Double G I do my
things when you're mad But the things I really don't mean, baby You make me sick, you can pack your shit I'ma be alright, with or without you The next
that shit didn't even have to happen But you don't think about it when you out there trappin' In the apartments hangin', smokin' and rappin' Niggas start shit next thing