What are you on? What are you I know what I meant for my nigga, I'm respected My life is for my people, they been movin' reckless Trap, job, plat' niggas workin' restless All you want is my money but do you respect it? Oh girl, what are you on? Oh girl,

I'm mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean) I get the money you heard (huh) I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch) I might pop a Perc, I might make it work (huh) I need a Fanta got syrup Young nigga hop out the vert (woah) Yah, yah, huh Yah, yah,

To love her is to learn her Some things you just can't learn And see her at her worst Dance with her when she's drinking Hold her when she hurts She'll be happy, you'll be sorry Well, that's just how it works You'll meet her momma You'll love her daddy

Under the redlight, you mean, ain't no stopping here? She told me that's right You want all of my attention, no at ease Told me what you want, I get you on your knees I got so much work overseas they need the visa My neck, my wrist, looking flashy like

Give me more, I got him sayin' So soft, my skin So soft, my booty So soft, my bed So soft, I got him sayin' I give a little lesson in sex education Didn't know I can work it like that

Baby grow old with me Tell me that you love me Say "we'll always work it out" To start a family I know it's kinda scary But it's only temporary doubt I've done a lot of stupid things But promise that you're gonna stay long enough to grow old with me

Sing sang sung sing me a song Do did done don't be so down Ring rang rung give me a ring Please please please don't be so long You are such a workaholic boy That you kill everybody's joy Fill your head with some time to lose With some time to lose What

Tired, tired eyes look up and see I've been mining down a dark hole I've been mining in the rocks I've been working for your wonder I've been mining hard and long Now my work has just begun All you've done, the path you've come The things that you've

Lord have mercy, got to tell it Tell it just like it is, every word. Yeah! I was living in St. Louis In the year of nineteen fifty five Mama didn't have no great mansion, Just a little old country dive. Papa worked all week long, Tryin' to keep us six

Girl I caught you in your little white lie Red handed, red handed You said you had to work tonight But here you are dancing In this honky talk with someone else And all you got to say for yourself