Oh, so close, oh Oh, I want you close, and close ain't close enough, no 'Cause if I want you, and I want you, babe Ain't going backwards, won't ask for space I want you close, ooh Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn I'm so perplexed 'Cause space is just a word

My bitches, bad (Bitch!) And she ain't going for that (Naw!) Got every color Birkin bag (Every color) Just to make them bitches mad (Mad!) Balmains on her ass Booty so big got to look when she pass I'm a let her drive the Bentley (Bentley!) Fuck it might

Raise up your cup, come on drink it up Keep the party sparking like the moon stuck We ain't going nowhere Naw we just crazy kids and we ain't got a care. Here's to riding on the high life, A little puff and a hell yeah high five The memories, the laughs,

To ever have to worry 'bout that Too high, too high in the clouds I done made some mistakes along the way To become the G I am today Who'd ever thought I'd make this far? Out the hood to be a big star And I ain't goin' nowhere Homie I ain't never comin'

I get so weary in the evenin' when the suns goin' down. When I go to bed at night, And the birds begin to call. Just before the break of day. I get so lonesome when my baby's not around. I feel so sad and lonely, For my baby that ain't all. Well I get up

I'm going out of my mind, going out on a limb Going out on the town with all my friends I tried a new girl, new look, a new town I didn't get it when you said you'd always stick around You're out in a crown in the dark of the night Saying you'd never

Nah, we ain't goin I love bein hated, it great it Let's me know that I made it I wouldn't have it no other way I wouldn't trade it for the world Only let's me know that I'm loved By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you And as long, as you keep

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

Yeah, last year was not practise year Let's get more number 1's and more plaques this year I say a lotta blurry lines, let's talk facts this year I might even try goin' back to mass this year Yeah, told bro that I ain't jokin' this year Told wifey I

You ain't going nowhere. Where you going, where you tryna go Baby, baby? Boy, you better listen to the words I say Boy, you better act like you got some sense, 'Cause you got a dime, and that's money well spent. Sit yourself down, 'cause you know you're