're the one I depend on With one another we don't have to pretend You could turn me down over twice You could treat me mean or treat me nice But soon
Yo Spliff where the weed at? Gimme some more I know ya'll niggas need that Gimme some more Even though we getting money you can Gimme some more With the cars
see you, They scream out loud! Starstruck! Camera flashes, Cover of magazines (Whoa Oh Oh) Starstruck! Designer sunglasses, Livin' the dream as a teen, All the fancy cars
I need and to never to be alone So I take a sip and chill while I take a dip and chew Lookin' for a quick escape but it all wears off too soon All
bb gun Better yet knocking on your door and run Playing hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank Even though I was still shooting blanks As soon as the dark
that a bitch They hate to see a young nigga rich But I refuse to switch even though Cause I can’t move to the snow Cause soon as y’all get some dough
Wake up here i go Cram it all down my throat Stomach so full That i wish i could choke Seven am my heads Already in a spin Just as soon I'm out that door
represent New York, I got it on my back Niggaz say that we lost it, so I'ma bring it back I love the Dirty Dirty, cause niggaz show me love The ladies start to bounce as soon
Got whips 28's and jewelry to show And ain't a ho I can't f**k I got ho's to loan Just don't know if this shit worth goin fed fo [Verse 1:] As soon as
layin down our muscle games (c'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) you got the wire If not I ain't sayin no names; you'll soon expire; (heh
I want it all It's gonna take more than that hope that ain't all you got I need it all The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes I can't just let
side of the road Wake up, girl! We're almost home Sun, sun, sun Burn, burn, burn Soon, soon, soon Moon, moon, moon I will get you Soon! Soon! Soon!
first hater step, the first hater get tossed out DJ Paul: These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns I'm bustin' out of these cars,
It's ok, I'm good, Let's Go! Yeah (yeah) we bring the stars out, We bring the women and the cars and the cards out, Lets have a toast a celebration get
Wild West came on a flat bed Once and for all lets get this straight How you measure a rapper what make an MC great Is it the sales? 20 mill Is it the cars
brother I figure was the ring leader Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters All black and nickel plated (c'mon) Soon became fasinated bitches cars
back and forth (Whip it real good) I'm going get more shine than a little bit Soon as I hit the stage, applause I'm hearing it Weather its black stars black cars
