The New York Times (Extra, extra, read all about it) They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here Hustle hard, yeah yeah it really ain't a game mane Same places, different faces, on the train mane New

C'mon I got something for ya (GUNSHOT) Always around when you call Always around leave the fun Turn around shit's enough Believe me 'dey won't get funk C'mon I got something for ya Cho! Must be Kardinal! Yo! J.A. (Yeah!) T Dot (Ho!) New York (Yeah!)

Yeah, thank you baby! For making someday come so soon For loving me the way you do There had to be someway, I knew I'd find it someday Oh, thank you baby for Loving me like you do I didn't like dating, And trying to find someone

Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Get flee in a white tee You can't be my wifey, you're just like me Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah yeah Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah

She was a day tripper It took me so long to find out And I found out Day tripper, day tripper, yeah yeah Got a good reason One way ticket, yeah yeah She's a big teaser Tried to please her For taking the easy way out

Fuck it, I'm ballin' Fuck it, I'm ballin' (wasn't born with it) Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up Post up, post up, post up Fuck it, ball (ayy) Fuck it (ayy), I'm ballin' (skrrt) Fuck it, ball Fuck it (Sremm life), ball (yeah)

Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

And I have to rest my head Please do not follow where I am leading Someone must clear these things away Here in the burnt out husk of the morning Strung out with nothing left to say Yeah Yeah this was one hell of a party Nobody ever got to bed But the morning

Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?) Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis) Gucci, Gucci (Gucci) Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis) I got 'em all singin'

I love the way you love me 'cause you love me like that I love the way you, love the way you love me, yeah (I love the way you love me, love the way you love me) I'm a primadonna, somehow you still wanna Gimme everything I want, yeah yeah I might be a diva,