I get down young your going out tomorrow night, I'm like shit yeah every night the club be open bitch we in there tell em all the bottles on me, I broke brick for
like the international house of pancakes All alone ready to phone me and your hand shakes Palms is wetted Dawns regret Never the walk miles for love
with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck
. But once I bust a nut I'm swayze. I got go to put my pants on. She said where are you going handsome? Trying to hold a nigga for randsom. After all
New York City?) Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?) Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for
star is born Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey (Can you say New York City?) Everyday a star is born Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for '
darkest shades on till the flash stops This for my L.A. girls getting them implants And all my D.C. girls getting them ass shots Got them for a reason
proper Never mind how I stumble and fall Never mind how I stumble and fall You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For taste of your elegant pride I may be going
city, oh And all you ever got was handed out So I know we'll be walking for a long, long time Cause we're going back to Memphis - heading South Going
Chorus- Said it aint to much for me to have you next to me I cant believe it all the things i do to keep you loving me And its just to much for me to
much for me To have you next to me I can't believe it, all the things I do To keep you loving me And it's just too much for me To not have you by my
myself, but it's something I can't help I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold But
bitch I got 8 balls 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG bitch I got 8 balls [Rick Ross - Verse 3] Soft white, I got that G-mix I'm going Gold, crumbs to the
I wear fake gold to make up for my little cock got my rag on backwards so I look just like 2pac with my cap tilted cause im trying to hide the fact
I hope they rememba me That?s why I no lie when I reach you wit dese beats its not for nothin rememba the thugs for the soul that we song And makin
girls getting money All my girls, fly girls getting money One for the paper, two for the money Nails did, hair did, yup yup I want it One for the paper, two for
cold If you don't know she'll rob you for your silver and gold (gold, gold..) She will take it and go (go, go..) For your silver and gold (gold, gold