If it wasn't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all Keep you eye on the money Keep your eye on the money Black jack roulette Losing high and low She rolls the dice She's cold as ice Turn a young man old

My world, rhyme vicious White girl, team full of bad bitches Cotton candy, laced in gold Stack that money, sushi roll Bottles up, feeling throw'd V.I.P it, overload George tell em next, half a mill Ugh, hands in the air This is for the bitches getting

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I'm gonna miss you She would never say where she came from Yesterday don't matter if it's gone While the sun is bright Or in the darkest night No one knows, she

We get a little crazy We get a little loud We're never gonna fake it We are wild We are free We are more than you think So call us freaks But that's just the way we roll

I came to fuck this shit up Yeah I came to fuck this shit up We came to fuck this shit up You know why I came, you know why I came While we on the beat goin' up I got the rythme in my cup Told my Rollie we cuttin' the rug Yeah these bitches, they swear

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up My weed man got the hook up Rolling up another pound every time you look up Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups Looking for me, I was at the crib doing

Yea, yea, yea Wham, bam, oh Amsterdam Stone you like nothin' else can Hot damn, roll an Amsterdam If she can't, then no one else can Looking good through the window Shinin' red and blue light A little thick in the bottom But still lookin' alright, yeah

Andrew Auernheimer Pulling on her weave It's that Andrew Auernheimer You have to help me Please help me Man made the web, you don't need a name Man made of faults, I ain't too ashamed Every thought I had, put it in a box Everybody see it just before the

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline