I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull on my jeans and I feel all right You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun And the wind and the rain I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank

I love it when you touch me Feeling so good that it must be Right for you to love me And do all things that I want, see I had a long day and my tension is strong Need a release baby you turn me on Whatever you do just don't stop So don't go too fast Make

What they gone' do? Put blindsides on my eyes, young nigga I can feel the money (I can feel the racks) I got some young niggas pull on the opps And they kill for money (they slide they slide) You ever felt a zombie? (Who?) Yo' body gon' smell like vomit

I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull on my jeans and I feel all right You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun And the wind and the rain I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank

Make me feel like it's better than life It's better than life Fuck me like you mean it Make me worship you, I'm a believer Come, erase the static in my head, pull me close to your chest Like a secret you kept in the dark Break me into pieces Take away

Let the music come and take us over Let me pull you in a little bit closer, Baby close your eyes why don't we just Stay right here in the moment, I wanna feel you movin' nice and slow yeah When there's nothin' words can say, Come on outside I got

'Cause, baby, once you pick me up, you can't pull me down 'Cause, baby, once you If you come hit it once, be careful now (be careful now) Think you can leave me forever now? Cocaine clouds, eyelids peeled Thirty thousand feet, up's how it feels Homemade

(ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted Sometimes I feel I got to (get away) For these streets like a fein for crack But pullin me back Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cause no matter drama or gossip My heart is your hood my dogs niggas I

Wildfire, burn baby Burn for me Flames rising Hit me like a bullet Finger on the trigger pull it, pull it You're poison running through my veins End it with a spark into a pool of gasoline Feel the calm before the storm

The money and the fame make a monster Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Feelin' so good, might smoke somethin' (Ayy) Hit it so good, might choke somethin' (Ayy) Might pull out, the game so weak Fuck it, you can go and have