Now throw your hands up in the sky Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma I'ma put shit down Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, I'm good Welcome to the good life 50 told me go 'head switch the style up And if they hate then

But I know you love a little danger, baby Everything about you girl is just my style You look just like a little angel baby You got some wild in your smile Hey girl what's up, looks like you're good to go Hop in, lets ride, take it down this road You

Uh huh I'm worth it Gimme gimme I'm worth it Give it to me, I'm worth it Baby I'm worth it "Ooh I love your style" Uh huh show me what you got What you actin' shy for? Uh huh you see me in the spot like 'Cause I don't wanna waste my time

But ooh, you got that thang You walk in with a crooked smile Yeah your hair's a little out of style The way you drink, the way you trip The way you bite your bottom lip The way you slip, the way you slide The way you walk, the way you drive

Got a Hennessy in my hand One more time 'fore I go Higher powers taking a hold on me I need a one dance 'Cause if you're down (back up, back up and) Baby, I like your style Ooh yeah, very long time Back up, back up, back up and wine it Where, where, where

At least I was good to you I can't make no fucking promises (Cardo Got Wangs) Lifestyle getting out of control Lifestyle getting ludicrous I made a milly in less than a year and I blew that on stupid shit Typed it in like "How to make a milly", I used to

I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style We moving, shaking, working now that money going pile My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child You kiss your bitch 'fore work, I make

My my baby blue Yeah you're so jaded Hey j-j-jaded Hey j-j-jaded, you got your mama's style But you're yesterday's child to me You think that's where it's at But is that where it's supposed to be You're gettin' it all over me, ex-rated

I just arrived (I'm here) No way I'm goin' out sad (No way) That boy is my son (My yute) Copy my style? You're nuts (You're crazy) That means I am his dad (I'm pops) God knows I got it in the bag (The bag) Dem man are stayin' inside (Where?) Comin' like

Shouldn't feel so far apart You can choose what you take Why you gotta break and make it feel so hard Watch you when you say What you are and when you blame Everyone, you broken king Watch you change the frame or Watch you when you take your aim At the