No we can't go home like this Say you wanna leave, wanna leave When the bed's half-made and the light's blown out We can build our fate over hollow ground Open up the cage, let the birds fly out Like, like, like, like 'Cause we can't go home like this

If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Real rich nigga sex) If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up Go to DR, get that fat transfer It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome Full blown, run rich, Brinx

Blue to gray Grow up and blow away If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? First double-cross her heart He wants to start a family If she weren't writing in blood She'd bring him her jokes A new liver

Don't let it go blow up your ego I hate that I do, now you know Don't let it go, blow up your ego Oh, blow up your ego I'm thinking about you, you I'm drinking about you, you I'm talking about you, you

Outta proportion, outta proportion My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion Cook that shit up Quay It's Gucci (Evil) Hah (Genius) Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom) (Mr. Nice Guy, haha) If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)

Bad bitch know something (know something) Give her that money, go blow something (blow it) She want a rack 'til I pop something (rack) She want a trick, I'm not one (not one) Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr) She wanna text me the addie (text it) They

Let it all wash on under the bridge, blow it a kiss Give it a rest ‘cause it is what it is You never know What’s waiting just up the road Sooner or later that sun’s gonna shine, luck will turn on a dime So when the good times roll let ‘em roll but when

Whatever happens here Drown me with rain I'm gonna wake up Screaming your name Yes I'm a sinner Yes I'm a saint Yeah every single time the wind blows Every single time the wind blows

Well, now it getting, Late on into the evening and I feel like, like blowing my home. When I woke up this morning all I, I had was gone. Now it getting, Late on into the evening, man now, I feel like, like blowing my home. Well now, woke up this morning,

I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag