Don't you know there are always two sides Oh, there are always two sides To every story, yeah Oh, and two mistakes will only bring you heartache (Too late, too late) There's always two sides to every story Ah, he told me I treated him good Now you tell me

I'm just a fool (Yeah yeah yeah) Waited and waited so long For someone who'd never come home It's my fault to think you'll be true (yeah yeah) I know what I'm missing But nothing else hurts like you do Who knew that love was so cruel

And I, I can barely breathe And I don't know what to do Doin' everything, tryin' to keep my cool But it's hot, hot, hot in here Yeah, I can't take her anywhere It's so hot, hot, hot in here Oh, so hot, hot, hot in here She jumped in my truck in her bare

Ooh ahh, love yourself Take no chances, fuck that nigga I say ooh, ahh What you doin'? Laying in a bikini Yeah I'm okay. What are you doing? I'm in the studio

I don't wanna be the last man standin' Or, wait a minute, maybe I do If you don't mind I'll start a new line And decide after thinkin' it through Go on in front if you're in such a hurry On second thought, maybe I do Yeah maybe I do Like heaven ain't

Make that money Make that money, girl (Put the money in my hand, money in my hand) So get up on the throne (Queen) Now make that money, girl Stay up on a level so high they can't reach (Queen) So get you all of that millions, yeah eh Time's up, runnin'

I just may walk up in Saks Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta juug I take off, no jet lag Big old gun in a duffel bag Still got niggas on the block, yeah If we go broke, it's back to that Spend that shit,

Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah Work for them dollars, yeah Work for them dollars yeah Yeah, I tear them all up every year I'm the baller of the year, yeah Baller alert, it's baller alert Baller alert, it's a baller alert Ballin' every

I'll freak you right, I will I'll stick my tongue I'll speak that language My hands all in your hair Naked before we hit the stairs I know we ain't gon' make it to my bed, no (yeah, yeah, yeah) Know we ain't gon' make it to my bed (yeah, yeah, yeah, my

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