Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

What is it with you? Proud of you, proud of you Spending his money How do you sleep with yourself at night? Go 'head girl, make daddy proud of you Go shawty, make daddy proud of you You never sleep alone, girl You won't listen to me Won't listen to your

And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big money I got you in trouble in high school

Foreclosure of a dream Those visions never seen Until all is lost Personal holocaust Rise so high, yet so far to fall A plan of dignity and balance for all Political breakthrough, euphoria's high More borrowed money, more borrowed time Backed in a

Somebody tell me (To give you money, work to give you money) Was the end of the week All the things we sign And the things we buy Ain't gonna keep us together Somebody told me Boy everything she wants is everything she sees

They say they ready for whatever! One for the money, two for the show They say they ready for whatever Three for them hoes saying anything goes I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back And you know it

I don't need a rich boy I don't want your money No, you don't gotta spend nothing on me All I want is sweet sweet love, sweet sweet love I don't want dollars No, you don't gotta be a high roller Hey! I don't need a rich boy All I want, sweet sweet love,

Why so sad? Walking around with them blue faces She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have I hit the bank today and told them color me bad Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey Two tears in the bucket I cry with you But I

Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Can't a young nigga get money any more? (ah) Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor (ah) Come to meet me without no drawers? We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute Shut the fuck up when you talk

You don't have ta go I'm gonna pack up darlin' Down the road I go Whoa baby, honey what's wrong which' you? Well now, I give you all my money Then ya go downtown, an' you get back in the evenin' Told me, walked down town