Now I don't really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me bro' I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight its over with" that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before But still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said it's over with that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote Goodnight its over with that's all she wrote Its stupid how I'm going on everybody knowing that I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it Eventually see they cant beat than with me they join Others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn You tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocks You never did blend in with the big shots On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops I just laugh at, nigga wishing it was this hot Guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off Better that than pissed on I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones Catch me in the end zone High stepping prime time Thought you niggas been on Ain't no blocking my shine Like my new air Yeezy's, you can see me in the night time I get rich off living life, you check to check reciting rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in its right mind (mind, mind) Now I don't really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me bro' I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight its over with" that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before But still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote Your staring straight into a barrel of hate Terrible fate, Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed Wait Sarah you're late, your train left. Mascara and egg smeared on your face Nights over goodbye, hoe I thought that I told ya' the spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over Never shoulda' came within Range of my Rover Shoulda' known I was trouble soon as I rolled up, Any chick who's coming up after I blind fold her, She still comes back to my crib, Must want me to mess with her mind hold up. She must've took me for some high roller. But I wont buy her a soda Unless it's rock n' rye cola. (Satans cheaper) Buy you a bag of fritos I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder. If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pulling five molars You get your eyes swole up I'm on my straight grizzly So why would I buy you a gassed teddy you're already bi-polar Now I don't really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches know as soon as they saw me Its never me to get the privilege to know 'em I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go Still I ball like there's no tomorrow Until its over and that's all she wrote The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with But don't get mad at me Go blame the chick who wrote this shit Ya life is sure a bitch But she know I'm rich That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick Here I go again, I kick this shit, they get to pouring in Peso, Euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon' be broke again See me posted in anything, wearing any chain Never gon' see me toting anything All you gon' see is bang! Its so nice where I kick it, Hate you never get to visit Yeah I'm on another level But you niggas still can get it Its all over 'fore you finish Sorry bro this road we end it Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business Yeah I guess life is a bitcha ain't it Tip And this one can say this shit Shirt off my back, I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief I'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine Let em get a good taste of it I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now, But in case you didn't This is so bad, better stick your nose to your forehead and staple it Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it So I pace this shit a little bit quicker That clock come racing in double time in it But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time It may take you pricks to catch on While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong Man I still say K-mart's like there's an apostrophes on it dog And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong But if you gon' tell me that the A & W Ain't the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dog And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane I'm as strong as they came They were gone 'fore they came Now I don't wanna hang, I slap fire with them rap guys They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why (why, why) Now I don't really care what you call me You can even call me cold I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go But still I ball like there's no tomorrow Good night is over with that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said its over with That's all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote "Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote