Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich Yeah

For all of y'all keepin young and hell, Just to live life and enjoy yourself. 'Cause it's cool when you fucking with a nigga let go, It's cool when you fucking with a nigga let go. (x2) Feel like jacking of the party, Hoes in the apartment. Rest the

I will be a god Carnivorous Jesus I need your flesh I am hunting for your soul It dwells within your heart I lacerate your pounding flesh Your spirits shall be mine So rise my spirits rise

Why don't you stay? We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow? We've got tonight babe I know it's late, I know you're weary I know your plans don't include me Still here we are, both of us lonely Longing for shelter from all that we see Why should we worry,

All those you've loved All those who've died In darkness we'll rest All we have left is what lives in our minds I know their spirits are up in the sky Count the days down to one last breath So forgive what you can't forget So open your eyes Open your

You put your arms around me and I'm home And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me I

I'll buy you tall, tall trees And all the waters and the seas I'm a fool, fool, fool for you Well I'll give it my utmost attention Well if it's lovin' you want, then I've got it If it's money you want, then I'll get it If you want to drive a big

(Stop holding back) (Don't hold back) (Don't hold back) Gotta live wide awake Just keep your wits about you, don't let it end you And summon everything you've held up in reserve Don't fall for every single stolen glance and wink Try to keep your heart on

C'mon I got something for ya (GUNSHOT) Always around when you call Always around leave the fun Turn around shit's enough Believe me 'dey won't get funk C'mon I got something for ya Cho! Must be Kardinal! Yo! J.A. (Yeah!) T Dot (Ho!) New York (Yeah!)

She let it slip away, away, away They all feel the same 'Cause no one will love you like her Adjust to the fame And die with a smile She has no recollection Of the life she had without me It's so sad it had to be this She forgot the good things about me