me Whenever you're around And you say it's too late No, the storm's in line, yeah, you contemplate And you say it's too late When the morning's right
totally out the way for you But know that we can take it any place you wanna take it to Hating in your blood, 'cause guess it's just too late for you
Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just
wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant
is only gonna leave you broke So, the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats I'ma win 'cause I'm too
I want the money, money and the cars, cars and the clothes I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
But don't offend me I'm skinny But still I'm too big for a Bentley You are Your car What could represent me? Too Godly To be a Bugatti You honestly Must
one at a time, you were late Can't keep it 100 then the ones I hate But I'ma keep it 200 for the ones they fake Red and black cars on the red chrome
up, ******* from wheelchairs My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air I let the **** slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of ****, too
you girl my life is incomplete Oh yeah that without you girl ahh I just can't help lovin' you But I loved you much too late I'd give anything And everything
thru Here in line at the drive-thru Did I mention the drive-thru? Well, here we are in the drive-thru line Me and her Cars in front of us, cars in back
again Tomorrow ain't no stranger There'll be a lucky star And love will find it's way Into someone's heart Too late for tears No time to be confused
As the night rolls us up in its arms And the square of your thumbs and your fingers Is the blanket of sky that's so warm I know it's late but I can'
And just outside I can hear the Sounds of the early morning Street becoming way too loud and The hum of the engines of the Cars on the street. And with
my new-new, upgrade the kush from the doo-doo That's a big step, but that's how niggaz from the Lou do Last rap was too cool, but this one is too damn
or iz u ain't Gon' give me a ride She said iz that 'chu wit the Lamborghini? Iz that yo car parked outside? Yeah, that's my car, girl And if you won't to you could gon' (Go on) But lemme know if it's getting too late
A baby momma and a bow-wow My nigga know you need to calm down F-for County run up in your house But you don't wanna hear that though, it's too late
Hey And I can't be to late How long we gon' be here? To when Where the hell is this taken me too? Man y'all crazy the fun room? No The what? Man Ohh lord
