Working my money 'til I get gold Monday-Friday mornin' When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again 'Cause I can't get enough One hundred percent, yeah, pure grindin' Cause I can't get enough Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The

Working my money ‘till I get gold When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again Every Friday mornin' 'Cause I can't get enough 100 Percent, yeah, pure grindin' Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The world ain't give me much, I'm

Baby I could die a happy man And I know that I can't ever tell you enough That all I need in this life is your crazy love If I never get to see the Northern lights Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand

I wanna breathe you in. I can’t get enough. I’ve never been the kind To bear my heart and soul, Yeah I’ve always taken pride, Staying in control. I told myself, I’d never fall too deep.

Lo-o-o-o, lo-o-o-o-ove You got the lovin' that I need I'm missin' my love, love, love Oh and I can't wait to see her Your love made me a believer And I won't fight these feelings anymore I can't get enough of your love That love, love, love

If I can't be with you! Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, No mansion in Miami And I can't ever get enough! All of this stuff sucks, yeah all of this sucks I don't wanna be famous,

She said, "I heard you got a main chick, a mistress and some hoes You be up to no good and everybody knows My home girls tried to warn me, they tried to let me know But what you got, I need a lot so I can't let you go" She said, "I, can't get enough,

I'm tangled up I can't ever get too much Tangled up, oh So I'd just like to stay One more night in paradise Ah, baby what you do to me You give me just enough of your love To keep me tangled up And I don't wanna be free

You need something new, girl But you deserve somebody good enough for you, girl Now, I can't hold this back forever, knowing you'll Be better off if you just tell him goodbye Now, I ain't tryna get no drama started I see him calling and you just let it

Whatever you got to raise up We'll be flying up in the clouds Like we're never gonna come back down Like we're running out of runway lights You can't get it high enough Your hands or your phone or your cup Set it off like the 4th Of July Gonna take it up