Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I know that ain't fair, but I don't care The hottest, under the sun And you already know that pimpin' Hey it's Cash Money Records man A lawless game Baby, I'm me, so who

I know that you can't walk across a bridge that's already burned, so What am I supposed to do, I can't help that they chose To breathe it in, but I don't wanna choke On that secondhand smoke Sometimes you could hear a pin drop Or the ticking of the clock

I don't get along But on and on I get along with you I'll get along with you. With people who aren't kind With folks with only money on their minds And I don't get along with someone Who's always trying to tell me what to do Well I don't like

You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today, And no, I don't give a Fuck what you think and say, Cause we are gonna rock This whole place anyway. Mother fucking time to ride,

I love the way you hurt me I love that you don't care My love is dark and twisted And I scream when you're not there It's the pretty little heavy to hold your head It's like the sanity is hanging on a thread The flesh is cold and needs your nails And the

I want to play with your poodle Can I play with your poodle? I mean your little poodle dog! I wanna play with your poodle Now lend an ear folks while I sing this song Don't get mad, I don't mean no harm! Yes, that little poodle got a long shaggy tail

Said I love her Cryin', sighin', dyin' (yeah yeah) Get, get, get away I cannot make it! I'm so hip! Don't be a fool today Wanna keep me Wanna keep me (yeah yeah)

My daddy told me always be strong son Don't you ever cry You find the pretty girls, and then you love them And then you say goodbye I never dreamed that you would leave me But now you're gone I never dreamed that I would miss you Woman won't you come

All your treasures When I walk down your street Through your barred windows you look at me And you wonder, have I come to ask For one of your precious things that do not last You think you know me but you don't know That there's more to this picture than

And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives To the trucks that drove us home, secrets we never told Here's to the nights we don't remember and the friends we won't forget Well I remember Friday nights, We were full of bull and