You won't get that far Wastin' your breath on somebody else You need to check yourself, yeah You got some nerve tweetin' from your mama house, ay You got some nerve tweetin' on your mama couch, ay You got some nerve, boy you better watch your mouth, ay I

I ain't tryin' to hang with you (oh oh oh) I can tell you dangerous (oh oh oh) Shit just ain't the same with you (oh oh oh) I can tell you dangerous (yeah yeah yeah) Yeah, come on I know you too well Check myself, I don't need you But it's getting late,

You live in the city You move to the country You live in the hills You stay by yourself You evade all wickedness Still some people they brand you yeah Just because you are rasta You evade all company When you check them in the new spying glass

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

I ain't gon' lie I got money and the power Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah the famous life it'll eat you up alive It's a game and I put my feelings to the side Times up I check my watch every hour All of my diamonds they blind them I can't fuck her she a minor

Paycheck, won't you take my blues away? Yeah, I've been waiting on you since Monday And it's work, work, work And I need a break Won't you take my blues away? Straight from the bank to the honky-tonk Burning a hole I'm gonna spend it, yeah 'Cause I

Round and round, round we go Aw yeah, I get around Still clown with the Underground, when we come around Stronger than ever Back to get wreck All respect to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check 'Cause oh they sweat a brother majorly And

Check it out I can't believe it, it's so amazing. I can't believe it, this beat is banging. I can't believe it, I can't believe it. (Hey) Check it out This club is heating, this party's blazing. (Yeah yeah, I'm feeling it now) Stepped in the party like

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,

I got the drink in me goin' back to back They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back Oh man, oh man Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me Back to back for the niggas that didn't get the message Back to back like I'm