Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms 'round me I'm givin' you whatever you want Girl, you know I can provide Whatever you need Whatever you need, babe Listen to your heart, baby Ooh, baby I don't care what them people say Mustard on the beat, ho Ooh

Take me, try to break me open So fuck my life Why? 'cause I know something Hate me, try to make me change what’s right Why? 'cause I know you hate your life Take me, and try to break me Hate me, fuck my life Make me lie when I open (without even knowing)

I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something You looking bad I prolly throw you something I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' I caught cases never told 'em nothing Got all these chains and this change on me Niggas said

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

Oh and I know, and you know that we've been here before I think I know how it should end We got an audience calling us crazy We ignore those with opinions of hate Friends with insanity as of lately Everyone comes with scars but you can love them away I

There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean, And I hate to hurt your feelings but its not the way it seems, 'Cause I miss her. She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known. And no one ever shared more love than we've

And there go you How much for your soul and uh Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew You got what I want I got what you need I hate rich niggas goddammit Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit Know you felt the shit just now

I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time In thinking such a thing could be That you could ever care for me I'm sure you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me Just the same I'm not entirely to blame

Everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' woman, honey, it's you I hate to lose Nobody seems to care Nobody loves me Yes, nobody loves me Speaking of worries and trouble darling, you know I've had my share Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday

Blame it on the bag You can blame it on the bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money But I still can’t