Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Raise 'em up high If you're with me tonight No can left behind We're on a cold case mission I got your back if you got mine Yeah, we 'bout to solve 'em With every single ounce we got That's right it's no can It's no can left behind

We the young niggas gettin' money, yeah Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah Niggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah We the fuckin' Get Money Bros 30, you a fool for this one Ear Drummers

'Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky Humpty Hump's in the house with the locals Yo Schmoove kick the vocals Yeah, well we're back with another one Comin' hard and got suckers on the run You say, "You guys are known for havin' fun" Yeah well we'll do

Nothing is better than the freedom Yeah-eah nothing is better than the freedom Night, is the time for the hunger Through these rooms, you and I, we wander Too much, too long, holding back the tears I wait, do hard labor and I count the years Soon the

Yeah smash on the radio, bet I penned it We are trying to make way for Chris Brown I'm going to need you all to back away from the door You are not listening I need you all to back away from the door (Pull up, pull up) can't believe the girls, club

Back to love, yeah Till we can walk again Until we're strong enough to jump Then we'll fly Until there is no wind Everybody see's it's you So lets crawl, crawl, crawl So we'll crawl (if we crawl)

Runaway baby like a runaway train Runaway and never look back Like a train comin' off the tracks Well, I sold my guitar for a diamond ring Yeah the preacher's daughter's got a thing for me With all of our stuff in a pick up truck Yeah we're headed out

Yeah, I live for little moments like that Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just

Yeah, heel, toe, docie do Come on baby, let's go boot scootin' Oh Cadillac, Blackjack, baby meet me out back We're gonna boogie Oh, get down, turn around, go to town Boot scootin' boogie Out in the country Past the city limits sign Well there's a honky