All I want from you is drug sex Run it up and never go back (Go back) Tell me why the fuck you mad though? (Mad though) I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough) I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho) Forty pointers on your ho-ass

It ain't nothing like love from the hood Ain't no feeling like rolling through knowing you good When niggas see you, they salute you Cause you been keeping it real Come on (Preme) Love from the hood Cause you been keeping it true When niggas see you,