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[50 Cent]
Look If you ain’t worth a mil, you ain’t far from broke
Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
I wouldn’t snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn’t rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldnt write about crack if I ain’t had no spot
You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
For cats like you, crime don’t pay
You just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away
You the type to get paper when I’m locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
Niggaz in the hood sayin ’50’s GrimyCause they hit me wit Kosami and now they can’t find me
If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
And I can cop anotha one afta each assist

[nakarat x2]
You ain’t no gangsta
You’se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain’t a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don’t trust ya

[50 Cent]
You owe a nigga? You don’t wanna pay him?
Kill him, that’s what they said ta ta disapper him
Y’all ain’t got to believe me
When I’m done with this rhyme if theres time I’ll hit a flick
Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
She ain’t hot but eevrytime I fuck the coke right drops
When it’s time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut then get up, I’m gone (yeah)
Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A.
I like it when she say ‘Papi I feel it in my BellyCall up all my niggaz in New York on the celly
First thing I’m sayin is ‘Nigga what da deallyPack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y’all niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me?

[nakarat x2]
You ain’t no gangsta
You’se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain’t a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don’t trust ya

[50 Cent]
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain’t fuckin wit me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
Niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, that’ll bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital wil slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don’t care
I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it
I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
Man, I don’t like none of y’all
Fuck around I’ll run in y’all pop one in y’all
Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y’all
Listen I don’t give a fuck if you blood or cuz
I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggaz ain’t sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed

[Nakarat x2]
You ain’t no gangsta
You’se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain’t a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don’t trust ya

[50 Cent]
Ohh!
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
so much better

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
ya yous’ a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
nigga yous’ a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin’ at shit you can’t buy
nigga yous’ a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
nigga yous’ a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I’m on the grind, let my paper stackin’ I’m filthy
It’s funny how niggaz get to screw-facin’ at me
Anyhow they ain’t got the heart to get at me
I’ll get down, Southside’s the hood that I come from
So I don’t cruise through nobody ‘hood without my gun
They know the kid ain’t gonna follow that bullshit
Try and stick me, I’ma let off a full clip
It ain’t my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don’t stack right
But when I come around y’all niggaz better act right
When we got the tops…down you can hear the system thump
nigga when we rollin’, rollin’, rollinShut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga when we rollin’, rollin’, rollin
[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Niggaz love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at L.A.X. and I hop in
But when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, man
Tell her, “Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang.”
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend ’bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, man
Listen man, shit…changed, I came up I’m doin my thang
Homey I’m holin’, holin’, holinOh shit man, the store owner watchin’ you
‘For somethin’ get stolen, stolen, stolen

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Yeah..
Its 50
One shot, One kill,
What’s the deal?
Yeah, what’s the deal?
Listen..

[Refrain]
Lil’ homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons,
when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers,
just because
Niggaz aint playin’,
when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up,
cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up,
cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down
over money and whores
But lil’ homie, in my hood,
when it rains it pours

Aint nutin changed,
niggaz doin the same old shit
Them new Hollow tips
and them same old clips
In the projects niggaz fuck with the same old chicks
And somehow they still think there game so sick
Now i’m finna rip, niggaz know i’m about my grip
I dont trick man i barely even feed a bitch
She say im stingy, i said i dont need you bitch
Go ahead leave, see if i chase you, shiit
Tell your mami,i catch her on the street i’ma get her
She know i’m on parole,
why she call police on a nigga
She jus’ mad,
cuz a nigga pockets all swollWhen she asked to borrow sumthin’,
i said hell naw
I was tellin’ the lil’ homies all about this shit
So keep your mind on your money and dont trus no bitch
Keep your head high notes when them pigs came
But her ass kinda fat so niggaz treat her the same
This is real..

[Refrain]
Lil’ homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons,
when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers,
just because
Niggaz aint playin’,
when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up,
cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up,
cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down
over money and whores
But lil’ homie, in my hood,
when it rains it pours

It was blood stains on my stoop when Eyeball got shot
When homicide outside, nigga i’m not
Its the third time niggaz dunn circled the block
Its money out now, yeah, but damn its hot
They love to catch a nigga on a direct sale
They say tell us who caught the body
or you goin’ to jail
Look if you know the drillyou stay the fuck outta dodge
Say what’s happenin’ to the captain
and what’s up to the seargFuck bein’ in a cage man that shit for the birds
Charlie drunk drinkinWhile Irish Row’s on the curb
I know a spot fulla niggaz
tryna get a few bucks
Hopin’ then nutin’ come outthey gon’ have um some luck
PH to the deuce, they stumbled off Matt
Lost his re-up money man that’s all he had
Magazine from the store so he can look at the cars
And do pull-ups in the park on the monkey bars
Man it’s fucked..

[Refrain]
Lil’ homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons,
when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers,
just because
Niggaz aint playin’,
when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up,
cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up,
cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down
over money and whores
But lil’ homie, in my hood,
when it rains it pours

G-Unit (What)
We in here (What)
We can get the drama popping
We don’t care (What, what, what)
It’s going down (What)
‘Cause I’m around (What)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)

What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?

They say I walk around like got an “S” on my chest
Naw, that’s a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
But I’ll hunt or duck a nigga down like it’s sport
Front on me, I’ll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can’t none with ya then fuck ya
I’m not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
I’m the type that’ll kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
I grew up around some niggas that’s not my homies
Hundred G’s I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
D’s come we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow’s been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I’ll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I’m on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)

We don’t play that
We don’t play that
We don’t play that (G-Unit)
We don’t play around

I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I’ll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a dime
I’m like Patty LaBelle, homie, I’m on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I’m a rolling stone
Cross my path I’ll crush ya, thinking I won’t touch ya
I’ll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

[50 Cent (Olivia) Intro]
Yeah..
50..
Olivia..
We Both Think Alike..
(We Both Think Alike)

[50 Cent (Olivia) Refrain:]
Now shorty we can party
till’ the break of dawn
(we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home
(we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off
(we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till’ your bedroom
to break ya off
(we both think alike, uh oh)

Now shorty we can party
till’ the break of dawn
(we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home
(we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off
(we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till’ your bedroom
to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

[50 Cent]
I’m not gon’ waste your time
talkin’ about shit that you know
I’m so hood that
even when i try to hide it, it shows
I be grindin’ girl i’m focused
i be gettin’ my dough
You know if it aint the flow
then it come from the O’s
Plus a nigga like a pimp
when it come to the hoes
Every hood every city
all the gangstaz know
Front on me and you
be gettin’ hit up fo sho
I make it hot when its 20 motherfuckin’ below
See with me in V.I.P you can twist and blow
When the champagne finished
baby order some more
Keep her eye on ya close
while you out on the floor
The way you move
i have a nigga straight sniffin’ some coke
If you ready to roll
shorty we could just roll
When you ready to go
i be ready to go (uh oh)
See everything i do,
i do on the low (uh oh)
So when we do our thing
nobody will know (uh oh)

[Refrain]

Now shorty we can party
till’ the break of dawn
(we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home
(we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off
(we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till’ your bedroom
to break ya off
(we both think alike, uh oh)

[50 Cent]
Now look i know you into the shiny things
The platinum chains and the diamond rings
The 24 inch chrome on the range
I see you in your projects
buy your window payinNow shorty me and you
we came up the same
The fact before rap
i ain’t have a thing
I hustled got my weed up
now im sittin’ on change
I mean i got money out that ass mayne
When niggaz get to beefin’ i be laffinCuz i can send my homiez
through to blast ‘um
Stick him with the or just slash ‘um
Now fool are you crazy thats what we ask ‘um
But back with me n you,
you shorty decide a thang
First its off with the bra
then its the G-string (uh oh)
We leave it up to me
then we do it my way (uh oh)
And get straight to it
skip the four play (uh oh)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
It’s 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain’t got tyme to waste
Let’s make it

[50 Cent]
You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin’
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin’
You ain’t a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain’t no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I’ma run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush ‘em everytime, punch ‘em with every nine
I’m fuckin with they mind
I make ‘em press rewind
They know they can’t shine if I’m around the rhyme
Been on Paroza’s, 94 cuz I commit tha crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D’s ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin’
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin’
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain’t got nuttin

[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got tha sickest phonetta, when it come to tha chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I’ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I’m livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain’t gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin’ the same ol’ two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don’t go nowhere without toast we thugged out

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
Me I’m no monsta, me I’m no gangsta
Me I’m no hitman, me I’m jus me, me
Me I’m no wanksta, me I’m no acta
But it’s me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I’m gettin’ what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I’m gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin they goin murd’ 50, how?
We ridin ’round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK’s and AR 15’s?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh

[Chorus 2X]

NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it’s on, that’s who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That’s your motherfuckin’ click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin’ snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD

Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don’t wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain’t strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin’ on 50… save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggaz sign language, that ain’t def son
[click, click] you heard that? That mean RUN
Ask around, I ain’t the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I’ll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya’ car
From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It’s nothin’, I could go after Mase’s fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain’t wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out
I don’t smile a lot, cause ain’t nothin’ pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain’t never left the City
Hos be like “Fitty, you so witty”
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it’s my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won’t learn
Won’t learn

If you get shot and run to the cop – You not like me
You ain’t got no work on the block – You not like me
It’s hot, you ain’t got no drop – You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

Moma said..
Everything that happened to us, was part of God’s plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don’t think I’m crazy, cause I don’t fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won’t understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggaz, I’m still waitin
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin’ to rock me
D’s waitin for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don’t knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I’M THE ONE

If you get shot and run to the cop – You not like me
You ain’t got no work on the block – You not like me
It’s hot, you ain’t got no drop – You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain’t eligable for that
I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin’ next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch gettin in my whip, she probably gon’ blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it’s special yoooooo
A country boy tell ya, I’m fittin’ to blowwwww
I’m more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww
See, I’m in this for the paper, I don’t love the hooos
Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearin starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I’m always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don’t you stop it
Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me
Haha

If you get shot and run to the cop – You not like me
You ain’t got no work on the block – You not like me
It’s hot, you ain’t got no drop – You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

Yeah! Ha Ha!

[Refrain]
Man everywhere I go,
I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth,
you should hear how they talk ’bout me

I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga
50 shot my brother I’m a find that nigga
We don’t see his punk ass unless he on TV
Yeah he did my brother dirty
but he don’t wanna see me
Member Rydell from KP
thought he was his man
Put him on the table
to bag up he beat him for grams
How you think he got that money
for that Chalk Gray Land
That nigga robbin and stealin
everything that he can

[Refrain]
Man everywhere I go,
I mean like everywhere I be
I hear hoes runnin they mouth,
you should hear how they talk ’bout me

Yeah I know Curtis,
he used to fuck with my friend
Used to come through my projects
pick her up in the Benz
Niggaz from my buildin
always used to ask about him
Like she in and out of town
right that niggaz get down right
I used to say, all I know,
is the nigga get money
And you standin in my way,
excuse me dummy
Ronda she told me that nigga a freak
And McDonald’s
ain’t the only thing that he eat

[Refrain]
Man everywhere I go,
I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth,
you should hear how they talk ’bout me

I love 50 Cent, that’s my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up,
he changed for sure
He’s really fascinated
with these fancy hoes
I don’t know why
but there personalities collide
And my dad will swallow blood
before he swallows his pride
You know the kids in my class
they be sayin he’s crazy
They just like him
cause he rollin with Dr. Dre and Shady

[Refrain]
Man everywhere I go,
I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth,
you should hear how they talk ’bout me

Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up
He left us in the hood we fucked up
Still actin like he in the street
tellin niggaz they can’t eat
You know this motherfucker
went and bought Tyson’s crib
Got Bentley’s, Ferrari’s, and all that shit
He don’t even come through
to try and help niggaz out
That’s the bullshit see what I’m talkin about

[Refrain:]
Man everywhere I go,
I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth,
you should hear how they talk ’bout me

That’s my Grand baby
I love him I raised that boy right
He ran to me cryin
sent him back out to fight
Put a battery in his sock
go pick up a rock
You ain’t a chump,
you want your Grandma
to think you a punk
Look at my first Grand baby,
he is a big rap star
Bought me a house,
diamonds, and a brand new car
I tought him what it takes, to go this far
Boy I’m the reason you are what you are

[Refrain]
Man everywhere I go,
I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth,
you should hear how they talk ’bout me
Man everywhere I go,
I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth,
you should hear how they talk ’bout me

Yeah!!! When I’m out in N.Y. boy it’s blunts and phillies
When I’m out in L.A. boy it’s wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit

I’m in my Lambo maggot, my 44 faggot
Doors lift up I’m like Go Go Gadget
See the shit I got on, homey I hate too
My teflon arm brought my government issues
I’ll hit your vertebrae bullets rip through tissues
Your wife on the futon huggin that skitzo
Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways
Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
I got fo’ fifths and bananas on the K’s
And got more whips than a runaway slave
Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
I ain’t even gotta rap now life is made
Said I ain’t even gotta rap, I’m filthy man

I’m laughin straight to the bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughin straight to the bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughin straight to the bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughin straight to the bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
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I’m laughin

I see nothin but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can’t hold
Got it off the street movin bundles and loads
Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll
No more platinum I’m wearin gold
I’m internationally known as the kid with the flow
That brings enough dough it’s never enough dough
Shit I need mo’ I need shit out the stoBaby ble was cold fresh out the floStashbox by the dashbox incase they want war
Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
I’m oh so raw, I’m hot I’m sure
I’m like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy
I set the club on fire I told ya
I’m the general salute me soldier

I’m laughin straight to the bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughin straight to the bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughin straight to the bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughin straight to the bank with this
(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughin

Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out
I wanna see you, break it down
Now back it up now, you know what I’m about
It’s like a bank job I’m rentin them out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out

[Chorus: Olivia]
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
I’ll be around to catch your call
Cuz you’re my baby (you’re my baby)
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I’ll never ever let you wait
Cuz you’re my baby (you’re my baby)
And you’re amazing (so amazing)

[50 Cent]
I’m from, city to city, to show up to show
See me I be grinding across the globe
I hustle hard to get the grip fa’sho
So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone
Tell me, what’s on your mind when you alone
I have you touching on yaself, girl all in the zone
Now if I turned you on
With things I say, would I be wrong?
Then I don’t wanna be right
Matter of fact, I’d be on the next flight
Trying to get it on with you tonight
Do the things you like
Touch the right spot, have ya piping hot
While the wind blow through ya hair in the drop
Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the sex
And let me do what I do until you climax
You can go straight to sleep after it’s all over
In the morning, roll over and we can start over

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Yeah, I called just to say
“Hope you’re having a nice day”
You’re special, I’d get into you
Oops, I mean I’m into you
Every chance I get, I find time to spend with you
Jet to bring you to me, just to watch a movie
Better yet, to watch you climb into the jacuzzi
Yeah, Bubbles in the bath, Don in the glass
Funny how time flies when you full of laughs
It’s fun, but before long, a nigga gotta dash
For the lifestyle I live, a nigga need cash
To come quick, so I don’t fuck with the stash
I know you like pumps and boots, I like Jeeps and Coupes
So I grind all the time to save me some loot
I put a spell on ya, I like to call it a spell
In the bedroom working it well, I don’t kiss and tell
But I don’t care if you kiss and tell
You can tell ya girlfriend the details

[Chorus] – repeat 2X