She likes it my way, my way, My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it Ooh, Ooh, Hey Yo see it's rare that you find people like us Cause all ya'll other (look) out there doing

It's all that I can say You mean so much, and I'd fix all that I've done If I could start again I'd throw it all away To the shadows of regrets, and you would have the best of me It's so hard To say that I'll make everything all right

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide So Ima let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you And for all them cloudy days Ima let this rain hit you nigga You ripped my family

I don't care what you think, As long as it's about me The best of us can find happiness, in misery As long as it's about me, you said-a Say my name, and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste the same, Let the leaves fall off in the summer

Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

We’re dancing on tables 'Til I’m off my face With all of my people And it couldn’t get better they say And it’s all out of tune Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on We’re singing 'til last call Such a good

Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse And a fine coal miner for the NCB that was A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz Some people have got to paint and draw Harry had

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy Hey hey hey daddy You know your daddy's home (daddy's home) So you ain't got to give my loving away It's time to play (so it's time to play) And I know you've been waiting for this love in your day Is you say