I'm made of metal My circuits gleam I am perpetual I keep the country clean Up here in space I'm looking down on you My lasers trace Everything you do You think you've private lives

Who think you foolin'? We not new to it We countin' fluent I'm scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud I came out the hood Sometimes a gangsta need a hug I'ma give all my problems above Hate when people keep doin' too much Keep it real, the streets show you

It's a small town throwdown Crank that country up loud Its time to tall boy up let them tailgates down Yea Man its on tonight right into morning light Its time to tall boy up Let them tailgates down Round these parts there ain't much to do Except work

Check, check, check, check Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom We just want the money the respect and all the power The money and the power fucking up a check These bitches fucking for a check Counting all this money with my

Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sisters to stand up I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya' I told ya' how to think about

You love me, you hate me You make me, you break me And I don't know what I do it for I'm somewhere in the middle of you Phones lighting up, grab my favourite shirt and my keys on the counter 'Cause you said you wanna dance Halfway down the drive, must

Linger in the shade of a kind old tree Dream a dream with me Up a lazy river where the robin's song Where we can move along Blue skies up above, everyone's in love Up a lazy river, how happy you could be Up a lazy river-er with me Up a lazy river by the

Count up that money we sexing in Never knew I'd do you so right Never knew it was worth the sacrifice Never felt this feeling so fast But fucking around with me is dangerous The lines are blurry now, this isn't lust But you like it (but you like it) And

Run up them racks I'm doin' it Run up them racks I'm doin' it, nigga If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you Countin' hunnits, yeah nigga Diamonds froze, chill nigga I went platinum independent then I signed my deal, nigga Young nigga, 17, all

Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Paint some trailin' vines and dew Well, come here, baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Put some flowers on it, baby You know I'm leavin' LA, baby Don't you know this smog's got me down? I'm