They don't wanna see it happen But we say, "Fuck it" One way or another I'mma love you Slidin' under covers, undercover You know they don't wanna see us together But it don't matter, no, 'cause I got you Anytime you're under the weather Babe, we can

I got them keys, keys, keys We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth I know the judge, I'mma shoot him some chips Radar, radar oh, bitches ain't even on my radar Radar, radar oh, you ain't on my radar Radar, radar, no, no, you ain't on my radar No, no,

And I'm not one to learn to be the same. When I'm with you Don't know what you really got. It's hard to stay and not pretend. You can't make sense in what you thought. It seems I can't comprehend. Well I'm happy to be, only all that you see. I don't want

Met her in the club All the ballers showing love Can you party with a thug I'm just trying to show you love VIP we got it packed This is where the party at You're the one I wanna know So tell me how it's supposed to go I used to love 'em, leave 'em

What you don't know sure can hurt you What you can't see makes you scream What you don't have is what you dream Good evening! hahahahaha! Welcome to our show! If you've got that problem, yeah Well I think that you should know This ain't the same old

What it do, Coming at you live, it's your boy big Snoop Dogg Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker We need you to move like pronto, like expeditiously, Matter fact Soulja Boy, holla at 'em nephew. Pronto, pronto you know it how we ball She dancin'

'Cuz you can't (Ahh-ahh-ahh) get this stuff no more How many times does somebody lie Keep that in mind, when we say goodbye Got me a date with a supermodel. Ha ha ha I know, I know I figured "Fuck it" Dinner at the hotel, champagne bottle Steak and

I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something You looking bad I prolly throw you something I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' I caught cases never told 'em nothing Got all these chains and this change on me Niggas said

You wanna be more than just friends I can't go through this again Stop trying get inside my head Don't wanna do more than hookup It's getting stupid 'cause I shoulda known but I forgot That you think we're something that we're not Something that we're not

You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you