I'll supply the love You supply the night, baby I see a horseman in the sky It makes me turn and wonder why I hear the same old fourteen reasons Must be the changin' of the seasons I met the girl across the sea She saved my life and came with me A tender

You're nobody 'til somebody loves you Fill up my cup, don't ever stop coming Get up on top, I'll make it pop, honey It's hard times when nobody wants you It's a cold heart, when nobody holds you Don't you stop me, I will get what's coming to me I am

Change your mind. Change your mind, All over again Don't wanna have to say goodbye, So if you think there's still a chance to make it right, When you wake up wantin' me, And you can't go back to sleep, When your weak all alone, And you're reachin' for

Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up Soon he will open the door Don't think because there's a ring on your finger You needn't try any more For wives should always be lovers too I'm warning you

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

You all know when we pullin' off the lot Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot But front, I'll make it pop Y'all don't do it how we do Niggas

I don't wanna be famous I just wanna be rich Makeup for my bitch I don't fuck with these niggas Stop pretending and shit 40 Mill with some acres We don't fuck with you, you, we don't fuck with you We don't fuck with you 40 mill with some acres

Girl if you pull up to my window Imma take your order (order) Anything you want girl you know I'll get it for ya (for ya) Say you wanna be my baby, you know I gotta spoil ya (spoil ya) For the rest of my life I'm ready to enjoy us So why the hell we

That's just my signature move I can't help you! What you want? Get in line! Take a number! If you leave it up to me And then I'll break it up Shoot myself in the foot To make a point I can't prove Stop! Not my fault, not at all!

Don't you leave me all alone Leave your perfume on my pillow and your picture on my phone Leave the towel on the shower and that empty shampoo bottle That make-up on the counter And I don't mind at all When you gotta go 'Cause I love what you've done You