I probably have it off, these niggas so soft Bitch I go so hard And I go so hard My leather so soft, my top so soft She said my leather so soft, my top so soft And I go so hard, yeah I get money ho, fuck what you talkin' 'bout Straight out the

You (ah ah ah ah ah ah) And I'll fly with you, I'll fly with you, I'll fly with you I just don't care what you've done in your life Baby, I'll always be here by your side Don't leave me waiting too long, please come by I, I, I, I still believe in your

(Seems like you're ready) (Girl, are you ready) It seems like you're ready Seems like you're ready To go all the way, all the way What's up baby? I wanna taste you And I know you're gonna like it, so

I need a gangsta To love me better Than all the others do To always forgive me Ride or die with me That's just what gangsters do I'm fucked up, I'm black and blue I'm built for it, all the abuse I got secrets, that nobody, nobody knows

Whoa whoa whoa People gonna say what they say But we don’t care about that anyway Haters gonna hate Don’t you ever change Only thing that matters That you need to know You’ll only find it in your heart and soul We don’t care what they say

There's always gonna be another mountain I'm always gonna wanna make it move Ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waiting on the other side Always gonna be an uphill battle Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose It's all about I can almost see

Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin' It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin' They just use your mind and they never give you credit 9 to 5, yeah they got you where they want you There's a

I got, I got problems (Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh) I've always done what I want I got pain in my mind and heart I can never stop it once it starts Something in the way, I could pull our charge But only ever hurt myself I'm sorry for the times I trip and I fall You

I'm sick and tired of the games you played Every move I make your ass got something to say Scandalize my name when you see it in the paper Trying to turn it all around when it wasn't that way Everybody is trying to figure me out What the hell is wrong

I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd Parents always tried keep me home But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone till we on Whats up, Finally Famous I had it on my jacket way back in high school