Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke

And why should I spend time running for my life? And when the skies are open, we'll still be singing this I know they're coming for me, we're not the pitchfork kids Ooh, ooh, it's the loneliest life that we live Ooh, ooh, we're not running with the

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh No more, no more Yeah, no more Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Niggas see the crib and ask who did I steal from Price tags on makin' the world feel some

Lift yourself upon your feet, let's get it on Hard to see, ooh The hang ups we have today Said we need to strive for more liberty Lift yourself upon your feet Scoop-diddy-whoop Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift your, lift your, lift

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child I've been sleeping all alone Lord I miss you Oooh oooh oooh I've been holding out so long I've been hanging on the phone

Yeah, the game I finessed it, yeah (ooh) I count up the blessings (count the blessings) The diamonds is precious (shine) Ain't having no pressure (no) I bought the plain Philipe, they said I was being too extra (plain) I brought the gang with me, killed

Ooh, it makes me wonder There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway

I swear there's way too many, tryna fall for one The ones that you bring home to momma (these girls) And the ones who love all of the drama (these girls) But I can't help it, I just wanna love all Ooh, I want 'em all (these girls) (These girls) the

Back to beautiful Get back to beautiful Why do we say this to ourselves? Ooh Gotta, get back to beautiful Why do we say this to ourselves? And even worse to each other? We gotta, get back to beautiful All these words, starting wars Over who can hurt who

Well now, ooh wee baby, you know I declare, you sure look fine Now baby, when you walk you know you shake like a willow tree Let me love you baby, let me love you baby I give it all I own just for a little bit of your love Well, a girl like you a make a