Now she want a photo Ya You already know though You only live once, that's the motto nigga YOLO We 'bout it every day, every day, every day Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga we don't really play Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say Can't see 'em

I don't wanna talk The winner takes it all The winner takes it all (Takes it all) About things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done, too Nothing more to say

I'll always be there for you, girl I have no shame Say it louder, say it louder I don't wanna hurt you but you live for the pain I'm not tryna say it but it's what you became You want me to fix you but it's never enough That's why you always call me

Oh, babe, I got you, babe, I got you, babe People say that we don't know What love is or how to make it grow Well, I don't know if all that's true 'Cause you got me and baby, I got you Say, our love won't pay the rent Before it's earned, our money's all

Somethin' went wrong, somethin' went wrong Somethin' went wrong, terribly wrong Now that I know, now that I know Of course I want to lie and say I don't miss you My bitch on the side just told me to forget you That's what niggas do, that's what niggas do

I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't

And I'll get over you over time I guess out of the blue you won't cross my mind That's what they all tell me That's what they say to me Your blue eyes and your black eyelashes The way you looked at life in your funny way Your pale skin and your sexy

That's not the way to get over me It don't matter to me It don't matter to me what you say You, you, you know I don't know what you're sayin' All of a sudden you say you don't want me no more All of a sudden you say that I closed the door Girl, your

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

Jus' to redeem your love that's exactly what I need I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt (Its kinda hard sayin' this shit to ya face) (So I do it over snares and bass) (Music take me away) Yeah yeah its kinda hard sayin' this shit to ya face So I do