I can make it bounce by myself 3 chainz, owww Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards And skate off after, engage in laughter ‘bout what just happened Fingers and napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic? Catch you in traffic, you

I ain't tryin' to hang with you (oh oh oh) I can tell you dangerous (oh oh oh) Shit just ain't the same with you (oh oh oh) I can tell you dangerous (yeah yeah yeah) Yeah, come on I know you too well Check myself, I don't need you But it's getting late,

Nigga that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me? That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, the ski mask

Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

I'm not new to this I'm 'bout to hit you with the work boy (work) I'll admit it, I'll admit it (I'll admit it) I'm about to say a true thing (Rr' Ting) I'll admit it, I'll admit it Watch your motherfuckin' tone boy Get hurt boy Aw here go another

Shake that shit Drop it down on it Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

When love gets a hold of you It's just a matter of time It's gonna hit you right between the eyes You'll wake up in the middle of the night I'll be the only thing on your mind Won't be able to shake it loose Before you have your first cup of coffee

Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways Make her work for this suicide Holla at me 'cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the

Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What up, Khaled) South Beach, book a room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah) You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah) Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Your love) Go get the lotion (Yeah), let