That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it That's it, that's it That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (ugh) Huh, it's Bebe 2 Chainz, yah Murda on the beat so it's not nice That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (yeah) That's it, that's it,

Oh, it must be love I said whoa, I said whoa Let me hear you say yeah Something got a hold on me, yeah, yeah Believe I'd fly if only I could Sound so strange, sure it's good I said whoa Aha-ho, aha-hey, yeah

And yeah you can count me in Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in Yeah, you can count me in Bangin' out the mothafuckin' back door Yeah, you sippin' but you not

What about you? You act like you're a know-it-all Yeah I used to do that, I used to be like that I'm still a bit like that But I'm not searching for the answer I'm just talking through a speaker Because that's all that I have ever learned to do Watch

That's the shit I've been on Everyday I got some fly shit on Keeping all black outfit on I already bagged most the chicks That you out here trying to get on You just catching up to what I've been on Yeah, that's what I've been on I see what you trying to

How I long for what I once had known Oh, there can be no other Oh, could I be wrong, could I be wrong, oh no Oh, it's where I fear I belong Oh, I've lost myself along the way Oh, yeah, ain't got nothing left to say I've burnt my bridge to the past And I

In my dreams You love me like yeah, yeah You love me right, oh, yeah Can I get it like that, that, that, let me know 'Cause I really like that, that, that, when you go And I know it's not real, but the way that I feel I just need to know You'd say you

That don't impress me much Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night Oh-oo-oh, so you think you're something special I've known a few guys who thought

Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles) Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional Why you emotional? Why you emotional? Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah Big shot, hol' up, wait, peanut butter insides (no) Big shot, big shot, (hol' on,

At the home game, we'd rock That small town fame in the parking lot All the pretty girls yelling go Big Blue Best part never made the front page news Stain on my lips from cowboy red And her kiss and all of it, all of it, yeah Gone in a flash, the times