Lyrics:
Lets Call The Whole Thing Off

boo whatchu up to? more club moves? i call her, no answer her phone in the bag, she dancing its four now, the clubs over i call her, but oh hold up yall

high, high, high They done gave me my wings Let's fly, high, high, high, high They done gave me my wings Lets fly, high, high, high, high They done gave me my wings Lets

eats Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up We some gangsta's makin' money, never been a scrub Whattchu know about sellin' dope? But the only thing you

dont hit, second night im on some shit Third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch Success is much of a choice, im high off life Another move, another mill, lets

cooler Called up five reporters to thank my supporters Hittin wives and daughters Brought 'em neck spray from estee lauders Call puffy to order [p-diddy] Aiyyo, call

sing sing bing Right to the wing ding thing, on to the spring bling fling Now it's round one dun, ding ding ding Cash ching ching ching, call me the bling

m lane switching and wheel twisting Rubber buring, paper rolling, Why y'all kill switching All about my capital, hold it down, shift keys Miss me, lets

her off of that machine, i'll benefit from her dimise damn, thats how we are, take a life, than buy out the bar so lets celebrate, lets make a toast,

me just write every single thing you need down then he got it for me and Ii??m happy as can be now bout to start ballini?? like Ii??m coming off a rebound