You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men

But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me Is the answer to the question on your mind And I'm sick of all my judges But I know that I can make it As long as somebody takes me home (Every now and then) Nobody ever had a dream 'round here

I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna You can't talk to me about that good or bad karma Don't don't really care 'bout you Don't don't wanna hear

You want to take me to a doctor To talk to me about my mind To try to give directions to some places That I don't really want to find Trouble in me is not related To things that I might say or do I'm really not that complicated Your good doctor friend,

Round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round Round, round, round, round I don't really wanna run around, yeah Time is going slow and I don't mind, yeah Tell me if you know I'm really found, yeah I don't really wanna run around Saying all the

Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me, all me for real Got everything, I got everything I cannot complain, I cannot I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot Fuck that, never mind what I got, nigga

Fuck me so you stop baby talking I don't really want to live out of you I heard I change my mind with you often Baby talk is creeping me out Alright, so this is really fucked up, but Alright, I was sleeping next to him But I was dreaming about the other

Nigga really wanna die in the night time Tired of feelin' like I'm trapped in my damn mind Tired of feelin' like I'm wrapped in a damn lie Tired of feelin' like my life is a damn game Don't go, stay up and don't go Don't go, don't go to sleep Nigga

Without him I really don't mind A little bit lonely He'll make up in time As long as he loves me He'll answers his crime The door stays wide open I know that he's mine I know that he's mine - Caro Emerald

I really don’t care, I really don’t care Really don’t care, I really don’t care I know I’m not a typical guy, and your friends say I don’t have a chance But I wonder if you pay them no mind, ‘cause it’s costing us time Can you give me a chance to show