How you let a nigga in the feds out do you Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you If I ain't a millionaire then my lil boy can grow a pussy If Guwop ain't bout his business then Popeye must be a sissy And if you ain't getting money I don't

So I wanna know What's the name of the game? Can you feel it the way I do? Tell me please, 'cause I have to know I'm a bashful child, beginning to grow And you make me talk And you make me feel And you make me show What I'm trying to conceal

We're taking the long way home So we're taking the long way home (taking the long way) 'Cause I don't wanna be wasting my time alone I wanna get lost and drive forever with you Talkin' about nothing yeah whatever baby (Taking the long way home) Hitting

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

Don't tell me you're my heartbreaker You say that you don't wanna talk but it's cool Been thinkin' about you all day long, hopin' you'll pick up your phone And I know that I don't wanna lose your love oh baby, oh baby Oh girl I got a secret place that we

Something new (you know, you know) Something new I miss, I miss, I miss everything I miss, I miss, I miss All I wanna do All I wanna do (you know, you know) Miss, miss, miss Don't talk to me like I'm crazy (better hear that, I can't, uh) Probably like a

Come to California, be a freak like me, too Baby, if you wanna leave Screw your anonymity Loving me is all you need to feel We could slow dance to rock music Kiss while we do it Talk till we both turn blue Oh, you're cold as ice, baby

Wanna make love, she ain't even in denial (in denial) Do it on my jet, let's keep this private She wants me too, she ain't even in denial (denial) Seen the way you talkin' up my phone last night, on God (talkin' on the phone) We can get away-ay, maybe to

Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy Shit just got real up in this bitch (Shit just got real) (Yeah- Put up or shut up) (Put up or shut up)

Who do you love? Well, I don't know I don't wanna talk about it (let's talk about it) You sit around in the strangest place (Heaven must be weary) Heaven must be weary