She said, when I be in the club Posted with my thugs, that I be so elegant She can't get enough I'm looking at your body, yeah and I can't get enough Just know, it ain't fuckin' love I'm getting to the money and the money come alive She can't get enough

I get lonely I get lonely sometimes, sometimes I'm thuggin' countin' money in the mean time You can never say I never loved you Ain't shootin' in the air, tryna knock off your head Sometimes, sometimes I get lonely sometimes I be goin' crazy I been

Met her in the club All the ballers showing love Can you party with a thug I'm just trying to show you love VIP we got it packed This is where the party at You're the one I wanna know So tell me how it's supposed to go I used to love 'em, leave 'em

I don't need a hook for this one I'm, cuckoo! My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya Take your takeaway, show

Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Bandana and some low cuts Still trap the 4 Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug

I just wanna be the one I just wanna be the one you love I just wanna be the one you run to when you're down I just wanna, I just wanna fly I'mma show you tonight That I'mma put it on you baby Take you past the sky Wake up in the world and I'm just

One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in

Everything is nice Like the feeling's right, goin' on a high grade flight Thugs a proll out, girls a roll out Everything is nice, yeah Dis a fi di people dem a work hard All who gone to di morgue, R.I.P to a loved one I'm feeling high, champagne fly Work

Every corner, every city there's a place where lifes a lil easy Lil hennesey, lay back and cool, every hour 'cause its all good Leave all the stress from the world outside, every wrong done Will be alright, nothin' but peace, love n street passion Every

I don't need a hook for this one I'm, cuckoo! My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya Take your takeaway, show