Girl it ain't a thang over here Blowing money fast over here Popping champagne over here, oh yeah Girl it ain't a thang over here, oh yeah Blowing money fast over here, oh yeah Blowing all this cash on this side Girl this summer, you'll be looking for

Fool, you know how we do it Comin' from the West Side You gets no love and I thought you knew it You know how we do it Yeah, yeah! Nothin' but the West Side Ain't nothin' goin on but the bomb ass rap song Hittin' all night long

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ah ah ah ah To walk around my head all night You got me tangled like a braid, tied-twisted I don't think it's fair I don't think it's very nice I don't know why I got these feelings, yeah, I just can't seem to get away from

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked) I wanna give you everything I'm not going to wait until you're done You're ready to swallow all your pride 'Cause here I am, I'm givin' all I can Yeah, I'm right here, I'm tryin' to make it clear Pretending you

He wears high trimmed pants Stripes are really yellow Love will make you drink and gamble Make you stay out all night long I'll stay home everyday It turns off and on My man don't love me Treats me oh so mean My man he don't love me

Might take too long That you are all you're meant to be When the one from my dream Is sitting right next to me And I don't know what to do Oh alter ego Said the voice from afar "Don't you know it doesn't Have to be so hard Waiting for Everyone else

So keep on throwing your sticks and stones I'd rather fight with you all night Than never have you in my life I can't bear to let you go I can't bear to let, bear to let you go Oh you left a hole in me But I don't cut easily I'm only just holding up, on

Stupid love is stupid Don't know why we always do it Finally found it just to lose it Always wind up looking stupid Plays you like a fiddle Shakes you like a rattle Takes away your gun

And I got all the drugs in the world that you need We get high to pass time but bitch I ain't no fiend I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease Please don't send me naked pictures, I don't like

Aston Martin music, music In our ride Bobbin' to the music This is how we do it, all night (all night) Breezin' down the freeway Just me and my baby Just me and my boss No worries at all Listening to the