I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all Don't know how to play but I ball Stacking that money up make it tall Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off Rocking designer

Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit) Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze) Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom

Rage, rage the night away Forget about the money I spent today Hope you save everything 'til you in the grave Ball 'til you fall, throw it all away We alive right now I'm a need y'all to turn the fuck up, now! I'm a need y'all to roll a blunt up, now! Go

I just took one sip, all them cars move in slow-mo (Slow-mo, slow-mo) Broke up with me one day, girl your heart's just so cold (Like so fucking cold) Said that I'd give you the world and you turned it to a snow globe Said she wanna go to SoHo (SoHo,

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up the headphones shit But turn up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up the main road Run up and stay low Turn up the radio Dirt, straight family

Up early in the morning, trapping (trap, trap) You can get 'em while you asking (ask) How many chickens? You can get 'em whichever way Nigga, trap turned Zaxby's (Zax) I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up) A hundred acres on the mansion (mansion) I

Anna please turn around, we'll work it out somehow Anna don't turn me down, there's still a chance if we can hold out once more 'Cause we started out with love, that was more than enough And that's a lot to give up Even if you turn and walk away, love

'Cause she's good enough, good enough to Good, good, good, good enough Yeah, yeah wow Dig it, wow U.S. prime, grade A stamped, guaranteed Grease it up and turn on the heat

So down here on the ocean we will stay Went through a lot of changes Turned a lot of pages When I took a boat Sunday Took a boat Sunday, down by the sea It just felt so nice, you and me We didn't have a problem or a care And all around was silence,

I'm a slave to your flesh Woman put me right where I belong Savage and an angel, we call out in tantrum Glad I kept on your throat, we would rather turn down And I think she bankrupt Breathe, breathe I need it, I'm a mess, now Skin on you is always