Don't want your car, your house Your stocks, your bonds, your face I want your cash, I want your bank I want your money Don't want your diamonds Don't want your
in the middle of that peril I'm still rocking new apparel I just left the casino, I got money by the barrels I feel like I'm Al Pacino I'm counting Robert
discussed paper I could feel a fire burning me like a laser I could see her thighs through uniform pants so I didn't leave a tip I left her an advance
what they say All the games they play Nothing is enough Till they handle love (Lets do it tonight) I want you tonight, I want you to stay I want you
't heard DC since Sardines came Ha, and I made y'all love it We don't cop pleas, but y'all don't cop nothin' Police come around, don't nobody say nothin
gut these niggas Yeah, and fuck these bitches I swear I care about everything b-but these bitches I-I don't care, I, so what? These bitches And I put
, for sure I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much,
home Tell the world that I'm coming I'm back where I belong Yeah I never felt so strong I'm feelin' like there's nothing that I can't try (I'm back,
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just huntin' nut Young Money runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up's I don't feel I've done enough so I
I know this ain't the peak though, 'cause I want I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just wanna be, I just
lose you Because I never had you although I would be glad to I probably go and tattoo your name on my heart I swear, I start to think that I'm going
See this is the part I like right here I like when I see everybody on the dance floor Yeah, I see y'all just shakin' your asses C'mon, hold on, I need
, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that's part
I be I been I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin? I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit
me for? Is it the money? The fame? The house? Take it all The sky's the limit but I ain't done jumping Money fast but I ain't done running Picture me
up Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up Hold
that y'all (that y'all) Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all (rap y'all) Still walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all) Don't make me have to point
