ll come back to you [Girl:] If you love me you got to let me know (you gotta let me know) And if you don't you better tell me so (you better tell me
See, that's how that Chi-Town made me, that's how my daddy raised me That glitterin' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me If you are my homeboy
pilots on a first name basis In your city faded off the brown, Nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming in the money come and find me, Nemo
winner is Hov My man, speech First of all I wanna thank my Connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks to the duffel bag, the brown
shells come, you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of van
So many bricks, I can build my own apartment Ya better a check, when ya come in my department Yes I break em' down and I sell em' whole Try me watch
money Thank God for that brown paper bag, that Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper
m gone I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone I just hope that you miss me, miss me, miss me, miss me Miss me a little when I'm gone Miss me a little when I'm
it 'til she sing a Bob Marley yet I like the way she keep it tight like she celibate She have me acting like a bedroom degenerate Turn on the charm and me
slick shit and act real funny For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me Asking a braveheart to get back your jewelry You ain't from my hood, don
and let me see where you're at Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say hey hey I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say
just throw it in the air, Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo«t in her hair- Excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed, Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese. Dat boy
throw it in the air Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair Excuse me her weave the blue is her weed Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese Dat boy
know g4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded off the brown nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming in the money come and find me
Ain't cheatin', I ain't cheatin' on you bitch I'm not that nigga I'm the quiet boy I'm Private Dick Bryon boy Ex-drug dealer slash the lion boy I'm
You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow (Coolie high got you wide) You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself
