(Course) why you wanna play with me oh why say you wanna be with me dont lie why you calling on the phone when I said you should leave me alone
you add the K.E a hundred grand and you lables can not Play me I'll never go broke Fuck em I'm flashin the pan I am a passionate man Planted with cash
' fly I want you to come be with me You?re the only one I wanna talk to But I don't wanna rush I?m here, when will you make your move? I see you eyein' me I want cha, why
by the P, living comfortably Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-coloured fleet Y'all sour me
until I find My runaway love Why can't I find, You love of mine, When you're standing in front of my face Oh, Why, There must be mine How did I let you
Why can we just be friends And try to get along? I don't wanna hurt no one I just wanna have a little fun So I'm begging you Please man, don't call
now you're mad, 'cause I got money and you don't The hustlers win, the busters won't What can I say, you can't come out and play With the real ones,
, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man How can I be down? What's up? You say you wanna be down? Ease back, or
wanna be lez he wanna be gay But that's your business I'm straight so nigga have it your way Those who hate me I got somethin' for ya A nigga with cash
, kid you're sure you wanna be down with this, right? Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ready Aight, know what you're in for, right? Blood flows like sands in the hourglass Cash
wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna
you niggas hate me Blew up in the 80's You can't be me motherfucker, you're broke and you're soft You can't see me motherfucker your focus is off I
those? If you grew up with holes in your zapper toes You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole If you
's why now i gotta hold you no girls are right, like you do for me baby that's why i hold you down, that's why i hold you down girls don't decide and
me down, thats why i keep her round. you can take away my money just dont take my baby from me cuz she loves me down, thats why i keep her round Chorus: you
t mind if people wanna look at me crazy It don't even phase me The feelin' is makin' me high, yeah Don't wanna stop, my body needs it Knockin' me right
because only God knows why, why why why Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
all the mamis sick of you, All them college credits, you can throw them things away, You ain't gonna be needin' a job, you fuckin' with Jose! Heyy, hello
