I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

Ladies and gentlemen All that lil' slick shit, all that lil' fake ass shit Man I be readin' that shit, man Y'all don't really fuck with me, ayy, ayy, ayy You don't really fuck with me So stop actin' like you fuck with me 'Cause I ain't gon' act like I

If I smile with my teeth Oh please, I bet everybody here is fake happy too Don't make me play pretend Bet you believe me I think I believe me Oh please don't ask me how I've been I love making you believe What you get is what you see But I'm so fake happy

Still wanna waste all of my time I wanna waste all of my time Oh my lover, my lover, my love We can never go back We can only do our best to recreate We should rip it straight out Don't turn over, turn over the page Then let's try our very best to fake it

Before I cry Hurry up, hurry up 'Cause I'm gonna cry If you say you don't need me I'm gonna cry if you act like you don't care Promise me, baby, you know I can't fake it Why don't you hold me? Tell me you love me Before I lose you

Not on you, not on you, not on you my love (my love) So baby put the blame on me Solamente te falta un beso I don't really, really wanna fight anymore I don't really, really wanna fake it no more Play me like The Beatles, baby, just let it be So come and

You don't know how it feels To be misunderstood To reach for the sky I thought you never would But I'm bleeding, and my hands are bruised From the grip that I once had on you And I'm open for a new way Because there's not much more that I can fake This

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

I am a winner, can't lose I am a winner, can't lose, yeah I might pull up in the coupe, yeah Yeah my car don't got no roof, yeah All that fake shit be killin' my mood Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah I am not worried 'bout you Winnin', winnin',