It's everything we know You gotta be loud You gotta be rude So the world can hear you You gotta be crass You gotta be cold Turn it up, turn it up now

I got what you need when you feelin' lonely (Yeah) Said she scared to pop a pill Girl you know what's the deal when you're hangin' with me Tryna see if you for real I heard you talk the talk but will you take these Addys with me? And you know I'm poppin'

Please don't cry, cry You're a cutie, you're beautiful Baby, beauty doesn't cry You been filled with tension, I been watchin' What I'm saying is you got it I don't know why you let them tear drops run out of your socket Lemme tell you why, why Beauty

We're all just dreamers Someday believers Will you, will you ever learn? No one really knows at all Will you ever learn you're not the only one? Everybody's got something to hide Every day we come along But it's coming anyway You can take the wall down

I know you got away, I know you got away All my time is consumed with your face I tell myself that this feeling will fade Na na na na na na na And I know, and I know, and I know that it won't I've seen you in my dreams You turn them to gold and shatter

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

When you gonna give it up to me So back it up deh, so pack it up yeah Cause I wanna be the man that's really gonna have it up And mack it up andslap it up yeah So what is up yeah you know you got the sinting I Nna me pants a develop and a swell up and

You gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, or I will get you Got love, if that's what you need I got three or four babies sittin' on my knee I got good love waitin' for you I come sneakin' round the corner of the avenue You know you gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, before I get you

I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got hitters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag Told my plug I need a pound You know I'm good for it I book a

It got a little crazy last night Last thing I remember I told the bartender Mix rum and whatever you have First one drink, then two then I woke up with you So I know things can't be all that bad But it's still a little hazy Steel drums still ringing in