You can buy your hair if it won't grow You can buy all the make up that M.A.C. can make But if you can't look inside you Be in the position to make me feel so You can fix your nose if he says so Find out who am I to Damn unpretty Oh oh, oh, oh oh oh My

Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want Oh goddamn, diamonds all in my fronts Like 7 AM I was fucking your love 11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch Aye, I told that bitch I count my cake, bitch get out my face .45 on my waist, boy get out my

Through the long nights, in the bright lights Don't you worry 'Cause everything's gonna be alright And everything's gonna be alright 'Cause everything's gonna be alright, Damn, let me see Oh across the ocean, across the sea Starting to forget the way you

We're broke as a bottle of wine She'd say, "Hey man, nice to meet you," 'Cause if we don't find money We got some rich love Then what we got honey lifts it up Ooh, broke as a bottle of wine She'd say, "Hey man," Ooh, but drink with you all damn night But

Shit seem so sad when you look back Hello, hello, hello And I thought about the things you used to say And I thought about the things we did And I thought about you today And I thought about your newest kid And damn that makes 2 now Oh what do I do now?

Uptown funk you up I'm too hot (hot damn) Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch uh Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo) 'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you Uptown funk you up (say what?) Hey, hey, hey, oh Called a police and a fireman

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are oh so intricate Oh so intricate yeah I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And don't really care which side wins Long as the room keeps

Sniper Gang, John Wicks Homie, you can't hang with my klik You can't spark my flame 'cause I'm lit I might snatch ya chain and ya bitch Plugoz on the beat and I'm killin' it Damn who make this beat, cuz I'm stealin' it Thinking when I ain't had shit They

Hey, so what you wanna do? She's 'bout to go in She likes that low end Damn, her ass is so big Just keep it bumping Peaches and cream Uh oh, oh, there she go, that's that look all on her face Shorty dancin' like she knows she's the baddest in the place Hey,

Is that we're damn good at holding on And the only thing that keeps us from being gone And our love is made from lonely broken hearts Oh, Oh, kiss me, baby Tell me that you love me even though I know sometimes you hate me We spend most of our days together