Hey you've got to hide your love away Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If she's gone I can't go on Feeling two foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say

I'm ballin' outta control, I'm ballin' outta control I wake up on a daily basis I go so hard with these riches I fell in love with the Rollie I said fuck all of you hoes I count this money up, I'm already rich I fell in love as a dodie These demons, they

I'm getting so much money these days It's hard to figure out who love me for me Tryna balance out everything I'm getting sabotaged every way You don't want to but you gotta change It's gon' hurt you tryna stay the same Are you in it or you in it for the

Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' We got London On Da Track Ohh, yeah yeah (wow), yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Hunnid

You ain't made love this good in a long time I wanna love tonight Out of all the damn girls in the world, I done ended up with you I'm talkin' all the bad bitches in the world and I ended up with you I could have been far along with someone else than you

I'll take these footsteps, go higher, go higher (I'll find you after all) I'll take these footsteps, go higher, go higher I feel like waking up, I've had this dream before I've walked an empty mile, wore down this lonely soul (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo)

Yeah, we’re alright though She’s kinda hot though We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene Yeah, she’s kinda hot though (One, two, three, four) They say we’re losers and we’re alright with that We are the leaders of the not coming back’s

Evil woman (what an evil woman) Evil woman (such an evil woman) You made a fool of me But them broken dreams have got to end Hey, woman, you got the blues 'Cause you ain't got no one else to use There's an open road that leads nowhere So just make some

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

The way she moves me probably gonna die young Oh my, I'm gonna die, send my soul to the by and by I can't breathe, I'm gonna be pushin' up a daisy 'fore the old gets me She's so fine, matter of time, sooner than later gonna flat line Hot little angel's