Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome, money is the anthem Red, white, blue's in the skies, summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your National Anthem Tell me I'm your National Anthem (ooh yeah baby bow down, makin' me so wild

Your way or the rope Or the rope oh, oh, oh Don't (no, no, no, no) 'Cause when your mind's made up And do you think your time is worth more than mine? I'm still waiting, I'm still waiting yeah It's your way

I guess I wanna know how you feel, yeah How you feel, yeah Ooh (how you feel about me, how you feel) I guess I'm tryna know how you feel How you feel about me, feel Haven't smiled in awhile But yesterday was too wild All my thoughts are so proud I'm

Hola, ¿Quién soy? No sé, se me olvidó Hola, ¿Quién soy? No sé, se me olvidó, ohh-ohh Hola, ¿Quién soy? No sé, se me olvidó, yeah-yeah-yeh Hoy olvidé las coordenadas de mi destino Se me dañó el GPS a mitad de camino Y no sé si me raptaron o estoy perdido

Woah, what a wonderful night Woah, watch me glisten in ice Woah, don't this shit look real nice? Woah, tryna feel all the vibes I don't know what's the deal And I'm just tryna feel, feel Tryna feel it Ayy, ooh your love, it fill me up Ooh, tryna feel

Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his children I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow A young nigga

Riding herd through sun and the rain Panning for gold on the cuff We've did everything in the book I guess And a lot that they never thought up Oh Jim, Jim, so you're ridin' on ahead Well if that?s how it?s going to be Jim, Jim, I wore a tie today The

At last my love has come along My lonely days are over and life is like a song, oh yeah At last the skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up clover the night I looked at you I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own I found

Ain't nothing sacred anymore Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah And by the way, you know that hope Will make you strange Make you blink, make you blink Make you sink It will make you afraid of change Enough to blame the box with the view of the world And

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy