Now they say home is where the hate is Pulling up, “Hi, haters!” I know, I’ve been on a hiatus Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by Las Vegas Ain’t it ironic before I was twenty one I put my future on the table and I won See they told me, “Life’s

Come on over, come on in You can unwind, take a load off your mind Pull up a seat-take a load off your feet Get away somewhere, take a trip Take a break, take control Take advice from someone you know Get a life-get a grip Make a wish-make a move

FYB, Rich Gang She gon' pull up, pull up Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yeah you're all welcome to come in Look, I go by the name Jermaine Dupri, right (the young boss) Sauce recognize sauce Jacquees, he got somethin' he wanna say I know, I'llll show you, you know

Mother of my skies, why you always gotta intervene? (Uh) You called to see if I was home then Sleeping in, get boring, uh My landlord tripping off my speakers 'cause the low end You pull up with no warning, uh This the season for us growing Let's go deep

On some beach, somewhere On some beach Driving down the interstate Running thirty minutes late Singing Margaritaville and minding my own Some foreign car drivin' dude with a road rage attitude Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone

You know you drive me crazy (crazy) And you been drippin' lately (drip) You know you different, baby (different) Know you have to suck it right when I come through (come through) Pick up the phone when I want you (want you) Pull up like a boss when I

Built my legacy Drivin' Bentleys, not no Lexuses She on ecstasy Fuck her two times then I left the bitch Not with that extra shit I won't text the bitch, just sex the bitch We young and reckless Pull up with TECS and shit, kill pedestrians I'm on Perc

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Shout out, but I fucked that nigga bitch Niggas iffy, uh, blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum

You're breaking your mind By killing the time that kills you But you can't blame the time 'Cause it's only in your mind Sexy sexy made up of plexi disasters Pushing and pulling conservative rolling Unlike plastic, easier to see through Just like glass

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Shout out, but I