Gotta flex hard, yeah, ooh Gotta shine hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 35 chain 40 stacked chain, yeah Gotta stunt hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 30 stacked chain Woah, oh, city to city and skrr (skrr) Woah, oh, I'm lookin' like a merchant

Yeah, thank you baby! For making someday come so soon For loving me the way you do There had to be someway, I knew I'd find it someday Oh, thank you baby for Loving me like you do I didn't like dating, And trying to find someone

You know how froze that is Look at my neck, damn Look at my fist oh yeah I'm a rockstar smash my guitar Diamonds on my fist and on my arms Meek and I don't dress the same, relate in Goyard Frostbite on my pinky ring watch me flex on y'all I get it now,

It's about us right now, girl, where you going? I'm with you I'm with you, oh oh oh Yeah, I can't get enough of you, babe Bottles open up so you can try and open up for me, baby M.I.A. in the MIA You do you, girl, the haters gon' hate Cut them off like

Is that too much, yeah Is that too much, oh yeah Am I asking for too much? I won't stop 'til I get back what's mine I know I fucked up one too many times Baby sometimes I feel so naive Thinking you would come back to me Say I fucked up, I'd have to agree

And the cradle will rock Yes the cradle, cradle will rock And when some local kid gets down They try an' drum him outta town Oh yeah, get up

I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You're getting comfortable, you're getting too comfortable Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You're getting too comfortable, comfortable Why you never wanna open

Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the

Put your hands up, bend your knees Bounce around in a circle, get down with me Oh come on, come on Come on, come on It's called the U-Turn It's not hard to learn It ain't hard to learn Yeah, ay yo 2000 it's us