Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed Oh no, I can't slow down, I

Mr. Saturday night special But put a man six feet in a hole Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' Two feet they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are layin' naked A creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps

I believe most people are good And most mama's oughta qualify for sainthood I believe most Friday nights look better under neon or stadium lights I believe you love who you love Ain't nothing you should ever be ashamed of I believe this world ain't half

That's my girl Ain't nothing, ain't nothing You've been down before You've been hurt before You got up before You'll be good to go, good to go Destiny said it, you got to get up and get it Get mad independent and don't you ever forget it Got some dirt on

Money don't grow on trees Ain't nothing in this world for free I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed I know I can't slow down I can't hold back though you know I wish I could Until we close our eyes for good" You know there ain't no rest for the

I won't hold back Nothing like them other niggas Nothing like them other bitches I'm coming back for good So let them niggas know it's mines I already got someone is what you tell 'em every time That shit ain't up for grabs Where you at on the map

'Cause I'm gon' get you good, there ain't nothin' wrong with a little play Since I'm always here, I'm only gone for a minute, gone for a minute Whenever I push to start you, I don't want you to finish, just keep ridin' 'Cause I'm gon' get you good, get

And we ain't seen nothing yet Good times and bad Seen them both Hope fly out the window Fortune walk through the door Learned not to believe This is as good as it gets Because we ain't seen nothing yet Hands untied

Ain't nothin' like the first time Nothin' like the first smile Looking at you seeing forever Keeps me going till the last mile And I held on like crazy Until our goodbye baby There's a magic in the way You will always stay

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,