it go, could let you win I get a taste of the summer sun Every time you walk into my door Yeah, we laugh and we tease, yeah, you're so easy But I ain
the county Back to the 5-5 ride fore I touch back home Don't worry bout a damn thang, everything finna be alright Off to the door so bright like a knight
gotta get mo Remember back in the days when we was fucked up But not anymore (Uh uh, no, no) And ain't a damn thang come easy Alot of plannin', bus rides
as me Oooooooooooh (Kid Cudi) Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin' ready for me I know the city gettin' ready (Kanye) Such an easy mornin', we on a ride
and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride It's a
finna smoke it like whoa Don't understand me, I don't want a Grammy Just hand me a hand full a goddamn whammy Fluffed out and fancy packed where dat fancy Now ride
nothing plain Dangerous Music on the microphone Makes you wanna break your hip bone Might break your leg, or maybe your back Grooving to hard to my mack attack It's really not easy
secret l-o-v-e-r If you promise me that you won't say shit L-o-v-e-r and I promise your time won't be wasted so leave the key under the door cause i
get your dick rubbed, Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit-faced Pasted, plastered, puke drink up, get a new drink through the bathroom sink door
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash Get up on yo ass W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com Check out where I'm from Makin' Easy Money Pimpin' Hoes In Style
watch the force, trying to lock my source Where I'm from, hear the macs, techs, glocks and fours Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors No respect for
ass hos A hundred thou cash gets the Southern ass flow I'm rich bitch no more runnin' 'round cold Or shootin' up windows and gunnin' down doors Oh, yeah
clock in tha mornin' Hand's on my glock Eye's on tha prize Finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides Shootin' craps Bustin' niggas out tha door Pick my
light B Niggaz talking bout yep in there muthafuckin throwback He ain't real you know dat muhammad why they sold that We stepping on these niggaz like a muthafuckin door
pumpin like baby lets talk lets hang do something wat about them digits cn it get that she right them i give a pound and say ma holla back next door
me Oooh how you make me happy I just wanna ride DADDY Am I wrong for not wanna be tied up when I'm grown maybe baby we can ride but right now I'm just
us 'bout life Well, it got real quiet in that bar And I remember seeing Spike sliding down easy off of that bar stool Walked straight to the door and