Like a slumber party Hanging from the ceiling low Put on our music that makes us go fuckin' crazy, go We use our bodies to make our own videos No, n-no, no, you and I, I, I We ain't gonna sleep tonight Go crazy, go We got them candles hanging We ain't

Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash) Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad (smash, dad, smash) Cuffing that bitch when she fucking you going out sad (sad, huh, sad) I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash That's your

It's my blood Spin me round roll me over Fuckin' circus Stab it down one way needle Pulled so slowly Drains and spills, soaks the pages fills their sponges Painted, big turned into one of his enemies Stab it down fill the pages suck the life out Maker of

Follow my life, homie from start 'til now And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga hold me down Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga holds me down Eleven,

Trashed and scattered again, I'm feelin' so low You waste your breath while fuckin' with me, my blood is so cold I won't be the victim, but the first to cast a stone Sedated nights to the bar room fights as metropolis takes its toll And don't you try to

Fiesta, fiesta While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you seen her?" Yeah she wit me on the low Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo' After the show it's the after party then After the party it's

Mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low Smokin' on the low Schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect Like everyone I know What more can I say now? I still been drinkin' on the low I still been plottin' on the low

I just took one sip, all them cars move in slow-mo (Slow-mo, slow-mo) Broke up with me one day, girl your heart's just so cold (Like so fucking cold) Said that I'd give you the world and you turned it to a snow globe Said she wanna go to SoHo (SoHo,

Stay in the cut on the Northside Hollowpoints, trigger fingers On my fucking .45 Demons rising out the crypt I snort me a fat line Never gave a fuck Grew up out the mud Pull up, then I pop the trunk Grew up with the fucking robbers Always kept the mask on

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation under God We blowin' money fast on this side, nigga Catch you up, nigga