Get ya own, getting money Get ya own, getting money Get ya own, getting money I don't need no broke, broke boy tryna holla Get ya own, getting money Get ya
Illmatic" on bootleg That shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead Wayne did a milli, 50 did a milli 'Ye too but what Em did was silly The white boy
the 'Illmatic' on bootleg Shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead Wayne did 'A Milli', 50 did a millie, Ye too But what Em did was silly, the white boy
jetted cross the street Death was my first instinct, I had to stop and think Smiling faces always remember, they rock ya ass to sleep Disregard this camouflage
you twots? Fuck that I'd rather turn this club to a ballroom brawl. Get as rowdy as Roesthlisberger in a bathroom stall. Like a leaf stuck in a vacuum ya
become so numb... can i get an encore do you want more cooking raw with the brooklyn boy so for one last time i nedd ya'll to roar! what the hell are
Whole new wardrobe in a new place Chain close if a stain if a stain on my shoelace T.I. roll like sushi, touche If ya can't lay back, who the hell am
ll think that I'm ya medicine (Gucci Mane) My medicine (Keri Hilson) Your medicine (Gucci Mane) My medicine (Keri Hilson) Your medicine (Gucci Mane) Your my medicine (Keri Hilson) I'm ya
Snap ya fingers, do ya step You can do it all by yo self Let me see you do it, ay Let me see you do it, ay Snap ya fingers, do ya step You can do it
above where my knees be Super freaky, and I call her flavor of love Cuz shes willin to do anything Just to be on the t.v. Hot as ever and theres something Yall should know Told ya
keep it long and love you slow My baby boy you bring me so much joy So much joy yeah, ooh I'm gonna make it right Make your night, my baby boy, I know
to come kick it with you. You'll be my American. American Boy. La da da di da (4x) Will you be my American Boy? American Boy. Can we get away this
you, I shut ya lane down Took ya spot, parked in it too, watchin' it flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do? Go get ya crew to hype ya up stand behind
you dare ever get lost 'cause you get caught up in that sauce To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims Macks and pimps live on the outside
are given for livin' The fence is Too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch Hell Hot Get a life, now they on sale Then I might cast
Girl I see ya cryin' And I know it's 'cuz of me Ya say ya caught me cheatin' And lyin' constantly but I know you don't believe me Baby when I say I will
laid all the time, by seventies chicks Won hella Grammies, bitches throw me their panties I'm prolly your daddy, probly nutted in your mammy I'm a Bay boy