Because she way out I've never seen her talk but I'm telling you she way out I've never seen her dance moves, dancing like she way out Moving but she just can't move She's definitely got the style on you With a face from a movie scene Or magazine, you

I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style We moving, shaking, working now that money going pile My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child You kiss your bitch 'fore work, I make

Shouldn't feel so far apart You can choose what you take Why you gotta break and make it feel so hard Watch you when you say What you are and when you blame Everyone, you broken king Watch you change the frame or Watch you when you take your aim At the

Gonna dress you up in my love All over your body All over, all over From your head down to your toes Dress you up in my love You've got style That's what all the girls say Satin sheets

Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying We never learn, we been here before It's a sign of the times We got to get away We got to, we got to (away)

To the moon Gonna be all right First class flight to the stars Don't you hesitate I'm gonna take you straight I'm going to the moon in style Are you ready to ride? I got a rocket in my pocket

Bitch I am up, bitch I am up Bitch I am huh, bitch I am up Thank you very much I'm way too good at this shit I don't even really gotta try no more Oh my God, Ronny Okay, Xans for her dinner, uhh Bag from Margiela, uhh

At least I was good to you I can't make no fucking promises (Cardo Got Wangs) Lifestyle getting out of control Lifestyle getting ludicrous I made a milly in less than a year and I blew that on stupid shit Typed it in like "How to make a milly", I used to

Now throw your hands up in the sky Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma I'ma put shit down Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, I'm good Welcome to the good life 50 told me go 'head switch the style up And if they hate then