Treat the youths right Or you'll been playin' with dynamite Instead of putting up a fight Oooh, yeah (Oooh, yeah) Oooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now if you treat the youths right Instead of giving us a fight Instead of putting us a fight When you go and

Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find something new That get me high like you do, yeah yeah That get me high like you do Biddy-da-dum, boo'd up Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up Biddy-da-dum, it just won't stop, it go Hear my heart go ba-dum,

Put 'em high Woah-woah-oah, oh, oh-oh, ooh It ain't that hard to choose You got your mind unloose One night'll change your whole life Put 'em up if you with me Yeah, yeah-eah, yeah, yeah-eah-eah You stick out of the crowd, baby, it's a no-brainer Him or

Baby, I need you in my life, in my life Please, bae, don't go switching side, switching sides I swear this is where you reside, you reside Yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, please don't throw your love away, huh Please don't throw your love away, huh Lost it, riots

Throw it back, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh 2-17 on the track, man Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy

Mil' in a week I bought a iced out Phillipe (ice) Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps) Suck a dick gang, she a leech (leech) Came in the game with a key (key) My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique) Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh) I'll tape a brick to

You’re so money, money, money You got a country road Carolina soul Baby you’re just so homegrown Ooh, I dig the way that you move You shake it down to your roots I did your momma teach you how to do that thing you do Yeah, nothing sweeter than wild I’ll

I'm on some other shit Ayy, ooh, ayy Ayy, ooh, ayy (gang) Ooh, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on some other shit (gang) Keep the lights on when I fuck a bitch Fuck on top of the covers shit Ayy, I'ma have to fuck on my other bitch

Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some Gotta getcha some Oooh gotta getcha some (yeah) Well boy meets girl and it's a good bet Girls gonna play a little hard to get But they both got the same thing on their mind Ain't that the way that the world goes

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh