It's like counting up to three (One, two, three) Sing a simple melody (Do re mi, ABC) That's how easy love can be! One, two, three Or simple as A buh-buh buh buh-buh

To love her is to learn her Some things you just can't learn And see her at her worst Dance with her when she's drinking Hold her when she hurts She'll be happy, you'll be sorry Well, that's just how it works You'll meet her momma You'll love her daddy

Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollas You say that you a baller And I see you tryna holla But that ain't how I was brought up Working for my money 'Cause that's what my momma taught me So yo ass betta show me some respect

(Did you realize, that you were a champion in their eyes?) Tell me what it takes to be number one? Just a lil' somethin' show you how we live Mm hm, that's that shit So if you gon' do it, do it just like this Yes I did, so I packed it up and brought it

Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled that's how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas Young nigga

That's what happens when two worlds collide Your world was made up of things sweet and good My world could never fit in, I wish it could Two hearts lie in shambles and oh, how they've cried Those wedding bells with never ring for me Your world was so

I don't know how I'm gonna tell you I can't play with you no more I don't know how I'm gonna do what mama told me My friend the boy next door I can't believe what people saying You're gonna let your hair hang down I'm satisfied to sit here working all

I can't lie I sometimes cry when I think of how it used to be I keep my friends with me, I stay busy and I don't get much sleep Baby, that's how I'm doin' since you did what you done to me What you done to me How am I doin' since you did what you done to

Gotta love this American ride Both ends of the ozone burnin' Funny how the world keeps turning I love, this American ride That's us, that's right Look ma, no hands Winter gettin' colder, summer gettin' warmer Tidal wave comin' cross the Mexican border

She want to move to California She must've fucking lost her mind, yeah He want to move to California He want to hang with DC Fly Better get your percentage She must've fucking lost her mind That's how they get you every time She make a movie with her