Just don't get along with you Mm, I'm going to be bad no more I said I declare I ain't going to be bad no more When I leave this time baby I'm Going to hang crepe on your door Look it you darling, what do you want me to do Look it ya darling, what do you

Ronny J on the beat, bitch! Haha, ay, uh, uh Red light, let that bitch go at the red light Big bite, bet that bitch bite like a great white Fistfight, uh, can't do that, we tote them dicks like Gunfight, know that this ain't what you want Yes I'm

Yeah, layin' in her underwear I just wanted you to notice me Tryin to see what’s under there I don’t wanna ruin it But you got me excited I just wanna stop and stare Wanna see where this could go But I can see just where this is goin' For who I am

I'm all the way up Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up All the way up Shorty what you want? I got what you need Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need? My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin' Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'

And nothing even matters. 'Cause the world stops When I put my arms around you, around you. They can all talk, Say what they want about us, about us. And nothing even matters This wall we built together, there ain't no way of knocking it over. And

Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on She couldn't scream while I held her close I swore I'd never let her go Tell me what you want to know There ain't no motive for this crime Jenny was a friend of mine We took a walk that night, but it wasn't the same We

This ain't my last dance I've given it all I've given everything for you I've given you all What more do you want me to do I've taken the fall I've given everything to you I've given my all Will it ever be enough for you

Cake's on the menu Ain't that what you s'posed to do? Ain't I s'posed to eat it too? Baby, this might sound rude I'm taken but I want you And I don't wanna play by the book, no rules They say you can't have cake and eat it too But ain't that what you

They ain't never get this live, though Somebody sure got a birthday, somebody gon' turn eighteen You know what that means, you know, you know You could have whatever you want You know what that means About four million in gold chains, 'bout ten million

This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it Miss me with that bullshit (Bullshit) You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist) I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist) I made a hundred