Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real How do you want it? How does it feel? How do you want it? How do you feel? Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm bout to

I love to love ya baby I need a crunk tight nigga Makes seven figgas Laced with a platinum Not the silver shit nigga X to L stigga Now don't get me wrong cause I'm not a ho But I know what I got you can't handle though

Take it out on me And put your lips on mine Let me take his wrong And make it right this time Yeah, you can just come over You ain't gotta call You always got a shoulder anytime it all goes bad When you're 'bout to break When you're mad as hell

I'm a poor man's son (Poor man's son, workin' all night long) And though the fortunes of our fathers We aspire to rise above When you're born into a breed you're signed in blood I'm a poor man's son, workin all night long Got a bad guitar and a simple

Boom, boom, boom Boy you look so sexy That you want I got that boom boom She fine, she fine Fine enough to blow your mind She bad, she bad Get on the floor and shake that ass

Told that bitch give me head Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco Got a 100 grand in my side pocket All the hustlas love it, you know I speak the lingo (OBG Niggas) Haaaan, Los (Original Bad Boy Gang) What they talkin' bout (Coke Boys) Hear them niggas

'cause if you want to run cool On heavy, heavy fuel If you want to run cool Yes if you want to run cool, you got to run Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for

I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out

What we had were nothing but lessons I prepared you for her (damn) Didn't you turn out perfect? She must wanna thank me For leaving her with your best version You got all the bad out your system I taught you them then left with my reasons Now I'll be

I am done with you Tell me that the end is near Tell me that the end is here I am done with you (done with you) I count the days that we have spent apart I've got a bad liver and a broken heart So help me, save me, Help me, save me Help me, save me,