I stack the money 'til I seen three commas, yeah, ayy Money bustin' out my jeans I been runnin' 'round with Stunna, yeah, ayy Ten to a dub, this Cash Money, my friend I been down since the begin', I told you we'll win, yeah (They told me go and get it

When you gonna let me know? I've been talking to your answerphone, na na Something tell me you don't want to know, na na When I call you, you don't answer phone, na na You don't love me, you should let me know, na na (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

These games we play No wins, we're losers, yeah, yeah, yeah You come, you stay You run away Yeah, nothing gon' change It stays the same Nothing's gonna change The crazy little games we play Tell me how you wanna move now

(Yes, I'm ready) (So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die) Yeah, yeah, you ready motherfucker? We gonna kill your ass (I'm ready) As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is off release Straight at your dome,

'Cause she's got that one international smile Takes you miles high, so high, That girl's a trip, a one way ticket Catch her if you can Yeah, she's so in demand Flowers in her hair, she don't care Peach pink lips, yeah, everybody stares You think you've

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

Niggas around me go commando, yeah Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah Bitch tell your friend step it up Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up Pole game, tryna run it up Lock safe

Stole your love, I stole your love Ain't never gonna let you go 'Cause I stole your love, stole your love I, oh yeah, stole your love, I stole your love I, I, stole your love, I stole your love I stole your love, stole your love I remember the day that

On day we’ll be free at last But one day we’ll be free at last Spread your wings and fly away Freedom come my way (Yeah) Long rifle and hand grenade The system make people ‘fraid Sufferation from Africa to India

Yeah we scream, yeah we shout 'til we don't have a voice In the streets, in the crowds, it ain't nothing but noise Drowning out all the dreams of this Tennessee boy Just tryna be heard in all this noise Can't take the noise Wrecking balls, downtown