Maybe I can change your mind Soon as you walk out my door I'm gonna call a hundred times I'm not one of those crazy girls Now I'm one of those crazy girls Baby, are we really over now? Now when you say you wanna slow down Does it mean you wanna slow

My bitch bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing She only clap that ass for me I taught her how to whip a key Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my nigga Even small stacks

Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright) Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in the safe, ayy (Yeah) If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to) Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)

Ask how many nights I've been thinking of you, zero, zero (Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero) Gave a hundred percent but all I got from you, zero, zero I thought you were the one, then you turned around Found somebody

I bless the rains down in Africa There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do Gonna take some time to do the things we never had It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you (I bless the rain) I hear the drums echoing tonight But she hears

We were so under the brine I won't be vacant anymore I won't be waitin' anymore Oh, but your love is such a swamp This is the last time Oh, when I lift you up You feel like a hundred times yourself I wish everybody knew

I put my right hand to God Shine on these broads Stay on my job, grind with my squad Hundred racks on my car, no license at all No tint on that thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we ball All these fuck niggas' flawed, suckas' and frauds My circle so small,

We rock the world, ooh, yeah We didn't listen when they said it can't be done It's gonna make the papers This shit's gon' hit the news 'Cause fear don't haunt the madness Got nothing left to lose A hundred years from now There's still be talking, girl I

Tell me that the pussy is mine, yeah Tell me that that pussy is mine, ooh Is just like me Keep it one hundred babe We both know, I'm not the only one But when I'm there, you treat a nigga And that's probably why I always come, yeah

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that up, count that up, count that up Twenties, count that Hundreds, count that Dollars, count that Money, count that Daisy it's crazy, and so as the home girl Red