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

I said me, uh When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens I said me, haha, yeah Bright copper kettles and warm

And I, I wouldn't trade it for the world, world, world And I, just so fucking lucky you're my girl, girl, girl And I, I wouldn't trade it for anything No, no, no not anything And you, can't nobody do it like Yeah, I got a brand new benz Crazy right,

It's time to move on and just walk away I'm out of my fucking mind Stay out of my fucking way Did I take the right path? I don't know, but I'm lovin' everything All the hearts that I have broken All the lies I've left unspoken But in the end we'll be

Why don't you put that fucking phone down? Darling, so we could be alone now Can't you just be here when the lights go out What could be so goddamn important That it can't wait until the morning? You got me right here with my clothes off now You turn

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

As they thank the Lord the blind can't see Like a plague fed to the brain deadly disease I'd run away tonight with my mind still intact You gotta make it alright And we're at it again, I turn around another fucking war, man I don't know where to begin,

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga And look back and told me "Baby, it's real" And I say I ain't doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel I wish we could take off

I got too much sauce, sauce Know what to do with it You don't know what to do with it (Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right) There's too much sauce in the food for you Too much sauce Even though, I'm good without you I'm fucking with you

When we touchdown In the Midwest we OK Everybody know them southern boys love that bass Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana Mississippi tenekeys, every mothafuckin' state Go right from the plane to the range On the private plane gettin' brain, till we