I'm so I'm so I'm so I'm so I'm so proud of you Everything's adding up, you've been through hell and back I know things get hard, but girl, you got it, girl, you got it, there you go Can't you tell by how they looking at you everywhere you go? Wondering

I’m touchin’ you tonight, I’m lovin’ you tonight (Wait nope) Touchin’, lovin’, fuckin’, can’t make up my mind Oh, I’m sorry, oh, you mad that I came to the party? Like, no no no You took your girl to the club and now she gone, gone, gone Now she asking

We can put the kettle on Girl, just come round mine tonight I've got wine and make-up wipes Talk 'bout how he's not the one But, I'm never gonna say I told you so Da-dum, da-dum How are you feeling, girlfriend?

"G" stands for girl-like Gangsta (Ladies say) Don't make 'em like me anymore So we in danger So at ease, little guy, we out-rank ya And when the G's come around just put your hands up Listen when I speak, Don't talk 'til I say so, Real G's work hard for

Nobody ever told you You shine like a diamond And you need to know What nobody ever told you Glitter like a gold Wish you could see yourself the way I do Take off all the makeup girl Shine your light, show the world Don’t be shy, don’t be scared

Ah ah ah ah My prized possession One and only Girl, I want ya The one that makes me crazy My favorite, my favorite, my favorite My favorite girl, my favorite girl Girl, you ain't my runner-up

Don't make the good girls go bad You don't really love her Please don't do it Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen All the girls that hold it

I'm hangin' on, hangin' on Wondering what's up next Girl, I can't wait Ain't nothing like spinning you around the room Where everyone can see You hangin' on, hangin' on to me Yeah I'm hangin' on, hangin' on To every word you say Every move you make

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

Make a dent in the shovel Run the mud through the sieve Paste your hopes on a wind mill blade And plant it up on the hill. A pencil sharpened with a putty knife A pretty girl as a pretty nun Maybe you wake and think this is great I just want somewhere to