Last night, I lost the best friend I've ever had Well she's gone of and left me, oh make me feel so bad Well it's early in the morning, Baby and my love come falling down to you I want you to tell me babe, honey what are we gonna do? Well I wait 'till

Big bank take lil' bank, bank Type of money you gon' need a safe Type of money you gon' need a bank From the hood, this type of money make you stay awake Type of money she gon' let you put it in her face Big bank take lil' bank My bitch drive a all white

Just wait 'til I give you a sign 'Cause I get lonesome sometimes Save all the jokes you're gonna make While I see how much drink I can take Then be my mistake Be my mistake Then turn out the light She bought me those jeans The ones you like

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Lights please Turn off the lights, For now everything just seems so right, And how you make the darkness seem so bright, I'm feeling like things gon' be alright Yeah, I had this little bad thing something like them tens She gave a nigga mad brain,

She's not a saint and she's not what you think She's an actress, whoa She's better known for the things that she does On the mattress, whoa Soon she's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends She should keep

Mean concrete got you walkin' to a place you know You gon' meet your maker when he hands you dough Late-night creature go a-walkin' with her Head hung low All her features are a talkin' But-a she don't know She don't know High heels clingin' on a

Drop that kitty down low Pop that kitty down low I know you want it all, I'm giving you a show You like what I'm doin', drop that kitty down low Shop that like a window I'm gonna make you explode Take that video phone Pop it like a pistol Make it clap

It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The