None of y'all niggas can see me Runnin' 'round with the paper bag Goin' crazy spendin' all this cash A nigga don't need a seatbelt Catch a body in broad day I got the key to the city I got a hoe that's saddity Talk to that bitch in Swahili Tattoo my name

There ain't no grave can hold my body down Ain't no grave can hold my body down When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise right out of the ground Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see? I see a band of angels and they're coming after

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

Call my name, here I come It pains me Please, just leave it Ninety to nothing, watch me run I am ashamed to say Ugly girls know their fate Anybody can get laid You want a room with a fire escape I want to tell you how much I hate this

I've been too low, so it's high time It's high time To slow my roll Let the grass just grow and lean way back It's a fine time To let it it all go Been missing my roots I'm getting rid of the flash Nobody needs a thousand-dollar suit just to take out the

You're a nobody till somebody loves you You're nobody till somebody cares As sure as the stars shine above But gold won't bring you happiness when you're growin' old The world still is the same, you'll never change it You may be king, you may possess the

Go ahead and pick up all the cash Get a plastic bag You danced all night, girl, you deserve it Maybe one day, maybe one day This a good night to dance on me Oh yeah, oh yeah Go ahead and pick up all this cash If anybody know

Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes, Don't nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen Bought a old school then I sat it on 6's How you cop it Gucci, plenty working in the kitchen How you cop it, how you get it, plenty working in the kitchen

Our honeymoon Dreaming away your life Say you want me too We both know that it’s not fashionable to love me But you don’t go 'cause truly there’s nobody for you but me We could cruise to the blues Wilshire Boulevard if we choose Or whatever you want to do

Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' To make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had You must treat your lover girl right If you