leave them They choose their own fare who say no There's some ugly little dreams For pretty girls to buy It's enough to make you mad But it's safer just
We are not true We are not pure We are not right O but still I'll steal to you at night Too selfish by half Too ugly by far But when your songs have
stay I want you tonight Grab somebody sexy tell 'em hey Give me everything tonight Give me everything tonight Give me everything tonight Give me everything tonight Excuse me But
sure I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, no, I
you niggas guessing like [Chorus] Ok ok I'm grown, Im grown Party at my house but Ii??m home alone Doing every single thing my momma wouldn't condone Counting everything
Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just
Los Angeles My other nigga turned Evangelist But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit Fuck the money and the white sand and shit When it's said
on everything, that I will retire with the ring, And I will retire with the crown, Yes! No I'm not lucky I'm blessed, Yes! Clap for the heavyweight champ, Me! But
make you wanna love no more, [Chorus] Loving you no more, i just i cant I just can?t be loving you no more, I love you more than I love myself, (x2)
stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not
) Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the shit don't stop It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless in the money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga
don't understand God damn you got me sinkin' in quicksand But since I don't know and I ain't never learned I gotta get paid, I got money to earn With
play me Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me I made records for music, not for the money To some of you that might sound funny But
You ain't nothin' but a sucker to be duped and jerked 'Cause the fuckin' record label don't love ya, pal They didn't love ya on the street and don't love
but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your last resort You're like Howard [Name], you never played this sport But
calling you from the car, suffice I think it's safe to say you're not at home I'm calling your cell phone, you answer but I can tell though That you're not
ever I`m not alone, I, I, I, I, I`m with my people I know you love it I don't just do it I over does it I be getting money so long its just paper to me