You win my love Oh, but if you want to win it You win my soul You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

I need it now It won't get out, it won't stop He won't give up, and I won't up and go I don't know how He won't give up, but I won't up and go Somethin' is boilin', boilin' in me Someone is toyin', toyin' wi' me It don't move out, it won't leave It don't

You don't know, oh oh Baby you light up my world like nobody else The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell You don't know you're beautiful You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh If only

From a past life In the long time I was picking up a suit from the dry cleaners Which was standard for me Thursday, 12:30, I gotta pretty solid routine these days I don't know it just works for me Anyway, I was leaving I was getting in my car And I went

Give it to me, yeah I can go on and on and on No one's gonna show me how No one's gonna stop me now Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it You're only here to win Don't stop me now, don't need to catch my breath When the lights go down and

She gets everything she wants She gets everything for free She will fuck up your whole life With her little Gucci coochie Getting real paid since she livin' in L.A seem fucking bored Boy, don't touch what you can't afford

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds

Today, today, today I don't know you I just got into your shit today Lookin like a million dollar lick today Yeah, but you niggas ain't takin' shit today All this ice up on my wrist, I might get sick today Yeah, today is gonna be a good day Damn, Goose!

Sometimes life gets fucked up (fucked up) I can still feel your touch I still do those same drugs So I'm gettin' high all week without you Runnin' away from you takes time and pain And I don't even want to Popping pills, thinking about you I wish I

This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas In the war zone with the hittas I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)