Are you all about us? Are you all about us? (uh, all about us) Tell me you're the that one I can trust (that I can trust) Tell me that forever's never enough (nah, never enough) I know that she's someone that I can trust (I can trust) That I'm the only

A man, a man, a ma-a-a-an I'm a fight a man tonight I don't know who you think I am I'm breaking dishes up in here All night (Uh-huh) I ain't gon' stop until I see police and lights (Uh-huh) I'm a fight Blow this, blow this, I'mma blow this, blow this

I see a lot of man let their jealousy creep in Watch who you eat with, the girls that you sleep with Watch who you talk with, walk with, speak with The first to the motives, and last to the meetings Huh, all I know is how to work bruv Start off as a

These haters feelin' slighted 'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh It's the night This the night, (This the night, this the night) This the night My jewelry shinin’ bright This the night, huh We ain't come to play Yeah, my bitch she came to

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count

(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) (Money bag, money bag, money bag) Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say I said "Bae, it's a snack," he

We about the.. girl Y'all niggaz got it twisted, huh? That liquor up in you, you charged That truth come out when you drunk Yo' ass won't make it to see tomorrow We step up in the club with one thing (one thing) On our mind, that's leave with something

Jam. It ain't, it ain't too much stuff, It ain't too much, it ain't too much for me to jam. It ain't, it ain't too much stuff, It ain't, don't you, it ain't too much for me to It ain't too much for me to Go with it, go with it. Uh, huh, it ain't too much

It's "Wifey" part three My Gucci says, "Blind for love," I can't see, yeah My girl, you can't be But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah If you're blowin' up my phone, I'll leave you on "Read," yeah I'm done with them fiends (Uh) I'm a

Like when it come to hundreds that's money my way Remember she ain't want me now she all in my face Like uh girl you too late, you ain't got no taste Driving to the bank, I can't close my safe Brittany be my bae Money anyway Um I couldn't wait What do