Don't you worry 'bout a thing They don't even know a thing No hurry 'cause a love like this is forever (forever) We'll show 'em all that we're much better together (together) The love we got is so untouchable Ooh, come run away with me I can see you in

Let me know it's on and I'll bring my friends I can introduce them to all your friends If they get along, we can all be friends Or I could come alone, just me, you, on our own 'Cause your friend's daddy got a real big house Real big house, real big house

"I love it when you call me big pop-pa" "I love it when you call me big poppa" To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should

Would you let me in? Even in these chains, you can't stop me 'Cause I'm the big bad wolf, now let the games begin I've been everywhere that you've been Now I've got nothing to lose and everything to win I'm already under your skin Even with these chains,

They're waiting for the sun to go down You've got bones in your closet You've got ghosts in your town Ain't no doubt, dear, They're gonna come out You can't hide from your demons Feel them all lurking around You're runnin' scared cause You know they're

Big cheese pilin' (big cheese pilin') You speed dialin', you talk shit, but I keep smilin' (but I keep smilin') That's your chick, but not my chick, 'cause she got mileage (she got mileage) That's your head, but not my head, 'cause I drop knowledge (I

Houston, we got a problem It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen, the coldest beer you'd ever drink But I still feel like I landed on the moon 'Cause it ain't got you I got new boots covered in red dirt A "Don't Mess With Texas" t-shirt And a Lonestar

(Stoopid rich) Big house on the hill in amongst the trees I got anything you want, anything you need I got fucking champagne, I got weed Cause I'm a mother fucking baller, I'm a lord Got a little baby daughter so I go hard When they see how I'm living

'cause breakin old habits so hard to do You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you 'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do You still watch for da haters 'n' the rugged crew When I was shot dat nigga like I started to The coup man 'cause breakin' old

Big, body, Benz, damn Cookies, perc-ys, mollies, Xans Frostbite, spotlight, cheat code, G-code Diamonds, gold, neck, woah Pipe up this bitch If she is basic I pipe up your bitch Make it dark in this bitch Don’t worry 'cause I got some light on my wrist