Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it. Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high. Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood.
Every morning when I wake up, uh, money on my mind. Good times and get caked up, uh, sunshine coming through my blinds. I'm living but, really though, it's never enough. 10 milli on, that's a must,
So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it. ". So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it. ". So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it. ". So I'm saying "What up what up.
Everything black, I don't want black. I want everything black, I ain't need black. Some white some black, I ain't mean black. I want everything black. Everything black, I don't want black. I want
Don't wrap it up in gold. Don't hide it behind the sun. Just give it to me as it is. And let it stand. Don't fly it like a kite,. Between the clouds. It needs no excuse, just bring it down. Let