That's what you get for waking up in Vegas Remember what you told me Don't be a baby Shut up and put your money where your mouth is Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now Give me some cash out, baby You gotta help me out It's all a blur last

Hold me close Something in your eyes Hold me close and don’t let me go Like I’m someone that you might know The darkness just lets us see I've got your life inside of me The star that gives us light

Up in the club, don't give a fuck Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin' Two tens, that's a win-win situation Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new Up in the club, still don't give a fuck It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!) Got my partner Yelawolf with' me

I've got the old man's car I've got a jazz guitar I've got a tab at Zanzibar She's waiting out in Shantytown She's gonna pull the curtains down for me, for me Tonight that's where I'll be Ali dances and the audience applauds Though he's bathed in sweat

Never one to bite my tongue, nothing’s left, I've given all I've got I'm at the wall, disintegrating Apologies are empty words, I know you're only sorry you got caught You're at the wall, disintegrating Look yourself in the mirror, you created the

They got jumped Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery "You know we got em Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery We got those grenades on your ass, nigga Boss, Black Wall Street I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)" Nigga

And we got three more days 'til Friday I swear I wish somebody would tell me Ooh, that's all I want Is taken for weakness Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin' I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' I'm tryna make it back home by Monday

To the world You may be just another girl Baby, you are the world All I've got to say is That's alright, that's okay When you don't feel important, honey To the teller down at the bank You're just another checking account

Remember cuddles in the kitchen Yeah, to get things off the ground And it was up, up and away That on a day like today when you're all argumentative And you've got the face on Oh, but it's right hard to remember Now then Mardy Bum I see your frown And

We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot Five years, that's all we've got We've got five years, stuck on my eyes Five years, what a surprise We've got five years, what a surprise Five years, stuck on my eyes Pushing through the market square, So many