What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around comes around (What goes around comes back around) I thought I told ya, hey Don't want to think about it Don't want to talk about it I'm just so sick about it Can't

I said me, uh When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens I said me, haha, yeah Bright copper kettles and warm

Yes I'm movin' Hot time get it while it's easy Don't mind come on up and see me Rag doll, livin' in a movie Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam Rag doll baby won't you do me like you done

V'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy Cash money still a company, and, bitch, I'm the boss What I'm doing? Getting money What we doing? Getting money What they doing? Hating on us, but they

I got mad, mad love I got mad, mad love for ya 'Cause I won't let you go, no, I won't let you go We don't give a, we love the drama I got mad, mad love for you Whoever said if you love someone, you should set them free They don't know shit about you and

Better leave that boy alone Y'all better leave that boy alone 'cause if they don't You know they going come back on 'em And they don't want him to come back strong I wouldn't dare get that boy going

Releasing souls An invitation to clairvoyance It's hard to stand around and watch while they ignore us She is dumped on Used as an ashtray At the expense of an organized association I see the stones in the path we laid It's a question of tomorrow We like

My my my little ADPI, Kappa Delta Tri Delts you look so fine Ooh don’t know what I’m gonna do around those Zeta’s, Theta’s, Chi O’s and little Phi Mu’s My my sorority girl, my my sorority girl Hey yeah hey yeah You got your sundress on for game day Just

White lights, train wreck Cyanide sweet tooth suicide She's a still thrill of suicide they say Cyanide in her plastic veins She's a mannequin of misery She's on a bender But she ain't gonna break

I get it in 'till sunrise Windows rolled down screaming ah! Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid Number one hustla' gettin' money Why do you wanna count my money Doing ninety in a sixty five I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! One of them y'all see! I'm so paid