girl do you think we are? Don't call us groupies That is going too far We wouldn't ball you Just because you're a star These girls wouldn't let just
what it is, but they not like this Chorus: T-Pain She's fine, she's sexy, cool. Stop now, you don't
hitch a ride Your girlfriend is filthy and stoned out of her mind She hasn't had a shower since 1969 You can't even read you can't even spell Begging
freak like no other Eligh: so hot undercover not for your mother touch her with a 10-foot poll don't love her Scarub: she good for the takin but don't
rose even more true Worldwide, bi-coastal, global, nigga's I respect posted Cause I get it don't mean they do too Cause I ain't got a damn minute ain't
don't need no nigga no, no cash, cash me out cash, cash me out don't need no nigga no, no cash, cash me out cause I'm a gold digger... I don't need no
I'm the son of man I hear voices from a dog like Son of Sam Don't give a damn if the bullets fill me I don't wanna live, I hope they kill me Put me out
Worldwide, bi-coastal, global, nigga's I respect Cause they more more closer Cause I get it don't mean they do too Cause I ain't got a damn minute ain't
your incanca so big? all the better to love you with! no glove, no love; if you don't believe me, take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe! [Ninja
Chorus:] You're the one I want (I want) You're the one I need (I need) Other chicks out here don't do it for me They don't do it for me eeahh Everybody
mind your bidness here, you should mind your bidness dear All this money I'm a get this year, that mean your money gon' disappear Ain't no women strippin here, ain't
by girls...man and I ain't perpin' All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay) And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play) Chicks call me "
messed up sometime You stressed out and you can't handle the situation Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance And you don't know what to do...
don't care When it comes to paranormals, get up outta here They try to speak to me, I say don't bother I'm doin' somethin else, I'm rollin' over [Hook
those times of peace Let me see those leaves turn a free and kick flows I see And think back to chicks who love my magic stick When you look back malcolm
since Mayor Koch I heard a lot about you But I don't give a fuck, so I gotta shout you Party Arty in the truck, but you can't see him Had to warn 'em,
Jorgito and so on for the street though smoke a pound of leak though I'm jokin on the fact that hiphop has gone freak show don't let the drama getcha
tools, your out your mind Niggas copycating, ain't that flow familiar Ghetto (still?) lobby packing when I go Brazil Ain't no bitches (snotty actin?) if you ain't