worry Married to the money, a true love story Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security Back to my
, get it in on the road A lot of quiet time, pink bottles of Rose Exotic red bottoms, whole body glittered in gold Following fundamentals and following in a rental I love a
high, and dry them out I do them type of things y'all niggas is lying 'bout My speech is the reason my race is dying out So I pray to God, the same
I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you Well, she can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a willys in four wheel drive Shes a summer love for spring
I don't follow Waits backstage while I sing to you She can dance a Cajun rhythm Jump like a willys in four wheel drive She's my summer love for spring
i see is you and me happy together for eternity little girl, i love you so much colors of love, colors of love colors of love, colors of love red as a
house is, A, A and the bed is, I, I Bathroom is, O, O and the kitchen is, U, U When I get home, you and I alone A, A, I, I, O, O, U, U
Winslow I sold my soul to the devil thats a crappy deal least it came with a few toys like a happy meal this game you could never win cause they love
one strike a woman that I love her woman that I like Never In My life expressed even a wife So right here at this moment right here Right hand on my
was my golden token Now I'm feelin' frozen, lookin' like my life is hopeless No human should ever experience what I drove in Now my car is broken My
when I do you like that Just twork it out Mornin' is comin' and I don't want to let you go Let's just live in this bed of red rose petals I know that
scream my name Chorus 2x Bridge Moring is coming and I don't want to let U go Let's just lay here in this bed of red rose petals I
with my Tommy gun Banana clip, the red rum Hundred million dollars, put my life down for my son Spend a little cash, bust a nigga ass 5 star nigga, two
leaf I make love to my girl and I fuck the police She hold my weed in her pussy when we duck the police But I don't let her hold my pistol cuz she might
walking dead The Rose bottles pour for the Champions You think it was a Grammy win Celebration spills through the morning like an ambion Bithces love my ambience Chain swinging, ticker taping like
[Pusha T - Chorus] Doing my thing, pocket full of green hand on my d-ck in my thousand dollar jeans your girl a Queen, my girl a thing you know what though