the cars ready Cars in the crib No I don't need your money You can check out how I live I need love My heart needs love But I can't give you a chance
cars ready Cars in the crib No I don't need your money You can check out how I live I need love My heart needs love But I can't give you a chance And
Hey Hey Hey [x8] Young girl you're the type I need Baby you should know you are the one that I see Everything about you is the way that I like We
't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my a-k I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-fucka I'll hit 'em
I know he won't fight back Cain't leave the streets, they love me just like crack I'm like Uncle Sam, yeah homie, I like that [Chamillionaire imitating
retarded money I'm special wit it, I got special bread It's easy now, please believe me now I dismiss a hoe, please leave me now I f**k when I want, I do what I
Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan Excuse me, That's just the Henny, man, I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop I can't because [Chorus] Diamonds
budget so pay me no mind I don't walk like I talk it cause I'm running I don't do it cause I done it and I'm in the emergency unit. [Verse 3: Lil Wayne
So, nigga, stay off tha ben I'm young with bad nerves Since I lost my partna, I've been troubled, hurt in this 'burb So I'on't even hesitate ta leave '
pool room product put it all on my sacks card) For real? (Yeah, for real) I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will (I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two chains
to court for me Need money, my boo'll go and work the avenue My boo'll fuck you up if I ask her to That's why I do the things I do And I will always
this lil hallway like what the fu*k I'm gonna say As I'm walkin' down the halls I feel the stress in the walls I need to lighten up man this sh*t is
guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, f**k them tricks (f**k
I'm a motherfuckin' monster I, I crossed the line, line And I'll, I'll let God decide-cide I, I wouldn't last these shoulders So I, I am headed home
cars, credit cards and the crib No I don't need your money You can check out how I live I need love My heart needs love But I can't give you a chance
-Dixie grocery bag full of money Right now to the VIP section You got Young Mula in the house tonight baby Yeah, hello, yeah! Young, young Young, young Young
stay flizz I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty 'fizz I've And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die With a matchin' jacket 'bout to
a laugh, I would say it's cool but we here it a lot, So, fix up be true to y'self Save up for a ring or a belt or, Year's young and the night's are blazin
