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

Lost in love So let's stay lost in love And I don't wanna be found So glad I've found you girl 'Cause I'm lost in love, lost in love Tell me baby, do you feel it too? And the taste of your lips got me feeling high Girl, I swear you're an angel in

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

'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

Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they nigga got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol All my Detroit niggas! All my L.A. niggas, where ya at? Throw your hood up All my N.O. niggas! All my BMo niggas,

"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

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

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

On the big, blue sky And wave bye bye From a long, black Cadillac Ridin' high in a long, black Cadillac Feast your eyes So feast your eyes Pay the price Gotta roll those dice 'Cause I'm sick of all the same withdrawals