'Cause she knows she can pull it off She puts it on like it was made for her The kind of thing you can't teach or learn She puts it on on a Friday night It won't take long 'til you can't say no She walks in, she's gonna steal the show She puts it on and

West coast shit My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me My shit's the bomb For my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always

Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like why'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks

Me and my team gotta intervene What's the point of livin' if you ain't livin' a dream? We live in a era where everybody want everything Everybody want a better thing Tryna feel ya like it's picture perfect but it's just the editing Man, the game been

You must be famous, famous Welcome to your name in lights You can't spell fame, without me And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet Like "Thank God, fuck fame and thank me" I'ma be on the TV mama Different city every night (oh my God, I must be

I, I love you like a love song, baby And I keep it in re-pe-pe-peat It's been said and done Every beautiful thought's been already sung And I guess right now here's another one So your melody will play on and on, with the best of 'em You are beautiful,

You find an MC like me who's strong Leaving motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the more power I gain And make

Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oh-oooh Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me

You're the birthday girl, you're the birthday girl Word on the road you're the birthday girl Don't be sad on your birthday, girl Sittin' in the club like you didn't wanna come So I send a couple bottles to the birthday girl Ay, you're the birthday girl

That my heart is burstin' at the seams, yeah and I can't wait another minute Ain't no time like this time baby Maybe it's the way that the stars are aligned But I wanna tell ya Life is short, love is sweet Maybe it's the way that the night is still Or