Let it go (let it, let it go) Let it go (let it go, let it go) What's that in your hand, boy? Let it go (let it go) Girl, you got me frozen, lil' ho, I'ma let it go My face is yellow, but my heart is blue I do it like Usher, nice and slow Let it go

She never felt so right I said yes oh baby Bring it on me tonight She said uuuh aaaah She asked me my name And I told her its Gyptian Immediately She say boy I gotta give you something And I said baby quickly

If you want a bad boy then baby you got it Got a bad toy sittin' in the parkin' lot Take you to the wrong side of the tracks Baby you ain't gonna wanna come back 'Cause I'm a free bird and damn proud of it If you want a bad boy Want a bad boy You're a

Everything lined up for the taking Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it And what I need from 'em? No favors And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors What I need? No favors Clique too big,

I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Somebody must have heard me when I prayed 'Cause I’m paid cash money Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing

(Oh) the thunder, Hell or Glory I don't want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!" Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

I got what you want boy, I got what you want I got what you want boy, you never going to get it No you never going to get it, so you might as well forget it Ho$h ninja's back what a fuckin jol Nog 'n fokken fat track, kom ons klap n zol Tsek dis kif

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Not like us We're on another level These folks 'round here 2-steppin' with the devil I'm callin' y'all's bluff Y'all drinkin', y'all smokin' it up Show me what you got boy I'll show you that you're not like us Wanna be, yeah, you know you wanna be like us