Comfortable here I feel comfortable here Yo, I'm comfortable doing work in the studio I'm comfortable giving fans an unruly show Even if I gotta take a voyage like Coolio To rocket I'm with it but outside that shit is bootyhole No interviews with Tech

Girl you've gotta slow it down I'm not tryna fall for you I can't give it all to you Oh the more that I tell her I'm not staying over Oh the more that I try to convince her this won't work The faster she takes off her clothes Even though I want to You've

Can you love? Got to get it, got got to get it Got to get it, got got to get it on I can feel it working from the last you know Defeated no more Gotta let this fire keep burning 'Cause I can't seem to let this show Instead of running I keep it slow

Money for nothin' chicks for free We got to install microwave ovens custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators we gotta move these color TV's That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free (I want my,

Whippin' Excursion I've gotta pick up that person In the trap house, whipping that work and You're not a gangster, you're just an internet version Whippin' that wurzel You know me, I've got the littlest circle Mrs in the crib, you know I'm keeping that

I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl I brought sand to the beach Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my

Gotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No

Nobody's perfect! Everybody makes mistakes You live and you learn it! Nobody's perfect Everybody knows what I'm talkin' 'bout I gotta work it! I gotta work it! (work it!) And if I'm messing up sometimes Everybody knows what, what I'm talkin' 'bout

Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun