and God [D'Angelo] Geto Heaven Geto Heaven Geto Heaven, yeah, yeah Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby
a rich girl, rich girl Shes a rich girl, rich girl Aye yo Aye yo Aye yo Soulja Boy Her 21st birthday she got a louis Mercedes Drive top oh my god baby
rich girl Rich girl She's a rich girl Rich girl Aye oh Aye oh Aye oh [Soulja Boy] 21st birthday she got a louis mercedes Drive top Oh my God Baby,
livin, Family Guy like Peter Griffin And my wallet is stuffed like turkeys at Thanksgiving I grind hard, my pockets full like Easter Mass Paper long, my
me go back to the hood With my men Oh God, that I miss them I'll get back to the picture See my homies again I'll be good by my nature Please Mr. Jailer
got my vices, I got my vice verses I got my vice verses The wind could be my new obsession The wind could be my new depression The wind goes anywhere
be with you the rest of my days You never have to question the love I have for you Girl, I will put my life on bended knees for you Ask all my friends
Where my bitches that take ones? And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa Uh, yo start the beef, hold up, ran when we rolled up Tough guy,
my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four people, Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh huh) My niggas
my band, my salsa Makes all the pretty girl's wan to dance My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa... My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my
? Yeah! Fuck it, lick it Ain't no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my thang If I think with my dick, then put your mouth on my brains I maintain
ruin it, we the guys doin it You only pretend Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty rims Nigga what [guy talking] Yeah yeah thats whats up my nigga
all state, ya all fake Just got paid but fuck it, I want some more cake Ya faith, in my hand Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service My
the turnpike For Jasmine Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh Playa freeze while I pull out my nine Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
fine, standin 5'9 high heels on right on time God damn look at shawty she makin that ass jiggle I lke the way you wobbedy, wobbedy when it wiggle Anybody down for my
better people to fuck then me I guess that I'm the jerk That lets you fuck who ever you please By the way Bitch! You kiss my god damn ass Eat shit
[Pusha T - Chorus] Doing my thing, pocket full of green hand on my d-ck in my thousand dollar jeans your girl a Queen, my girl a thing you know what though
your time, but I'm walking round your mind because I dunno where I stand, and I'm a very busy guy I feel like i'm wasting time, And my art is like an