It's gotta be you, it's gotta be right No time for games, it's gotta be tight I just want this to be special, special If it's gonna be you, it's gotta be right No time for games in my life I just want this to be special, special This is like the third time ya said you was through I'm beggin' ya back, we loud in the parking lot causin' a scene Campaignin' like the love ain't have no resident here Still I stay all in the cabin Although I know we've seen enough of good days and dirt I think you cut me just to nurse me back but damn I'd understand it You gave ya all and I just gave it up Put the truck in ya name Damn ya should've known I was liability Ignorin' the ways you would dress for a nigga Express to a nigga I heard jibber and jab My apologies I left the wrong man to conduct Take these jewels for the inconvenience and neglect You expect the worst of it But I realize that I owe you more than explanation I got my life in a box, what I'm proposin' is a joint account It's cash on it - let's take our lil' business and incorporate it It's me and you girl It's gotta be you, it's gotta be right No time for games, it's gotta be tight I just want this to be special, special If it's gonna be you, it's gotta be right No time for games in my life I just want this to be special, special First of all love, your sole caller Before me helped create and shape your distorted image See every man don't play games or even scrimmage That's a lie but I'm try to be that only one You look to, to make you smile First you need to check my files Understand I play the part of a stereotypical man An regret the pain that I may have left to flame My people say "Yo that's a fine girl ya mess with" But I told em' what we have ain't a mess Ya charm must have calluses from the grip That it has on my heart that I ain't tryin' to trip But by now we both should know That it's no longer where ya at but where we tryin' to go So do ya background checks so I can pass through these borders And stamp my name on a lil' man or a daughter Come on girl It's gotta be you, it's gotta be right No time for games, it's gotta be tight I just want this to be special, special If it's gonna be you, it's gotta be right No time for games in my life I just want this to be special, special It's gotta be you, it's gotta be right No time for games, it's gotta be tight I just want this to be special, special If it's gonna be you, it's gotta be right No time for games in my life I just want this thing to be special, special If it's gonna be you

You're constantly askin me for somethin And when I say no you get mad, and you be wonderin Am I tryna act funny (no!) about some money I got you baby, you wanna share it with Sonny Well it ain't that much, and what I got I really need it I can't be givin Diana my dollars like Billy Dee did Keep your own hair fixed, get your own nails done Make your own money in case I don't have none But maybe you're hopin I'm a star and you might feel I'll pay a note on your car or a light bill Didn't catch it when you asked me did I come in a benz And did I have enough room for you & some of your friends, but Then it hit me You was bout tryna get some money, yup straight bullshit me (no!) Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you ain't even gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to help on my rent, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) You like to smoke all the time All my weed, ya eyes lower than mine But shit I ain't trippin, I bought a couple of dranks To get you drunk, dig in ya pussy and get my knuckles to stank A couple of bucks for your tank, yeah I'm cool with that But after I give you this cigarette and you keep askin for shit I'mma ask you if you think it is a lack of respect To pull out my dick and put it on the back of your neck Cuz see these women'll wait, bitches'll beg And 50, 60 dollars just might get you some head But I'd rather spend my money on some weed and wine It seems pussy should be free, ain't no need in buyin it Why don't you go half with me? But just like I thought, you was out to bullshit me Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to rub on your clit, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Now you asked me to buy you some gear You said you was tired of wearin the same bullshit all year Them big ol titties and ass is what you use to catch Niggas to buy expensive clothes with shoes to match I'll get some booze and a sack and we can hit the Kings Flea market shop till we drop, I'll probably get you a ring Around your collar want some dollars, hell I'll just foot the bill Give you a new pearl necklace and some polish for your grill I'm glad that I can satisfy the women with needs But when you want too much I'll put Jimmy up in you then leave I got three minutes left on my phone card Times are tougher than my dick when I'm on hard Can't do nothin for a bitch who can't do nothin for herself But you tryna squeeze a nigga until there's nothin left Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Or help me to get my transmission fixed, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)

I can't stand (I can't stand) stupid bitches I keep away, they ain't ridin (my bone) Have no plans (no plans) with stupid bitches I tend to stray from stupid bitches

It ain't easy to get a piece of mind lately Bunch of grown ass men, little crybabies They wanna live like me, with their hands out But ain't shit free I started with a half ounce I worked miracles with that bag I seen killers turn snitch, when shit go bad I don't wanna make my little girl miss her dad So much work in the car I hadn't pissed my pants We was right in Wyoming, about to pass Cheyenne Two unmarked cars on our ass Shit's crazy, real d-boy stories I remember being broke, we don't live past 40 these days Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler Since we tell stories true homie On some shit you never knew homie Momma was a trap star South bay flipping bricks from fast cars You see it in my genetics From me to go out and get it Being broke is pathetic In the hole with no credit That don't forget it so that i never go back Scared of the dark im stacking these packs Keep them as its elevated On the lemonade and key lime sub line Still so fucking faded Almost forgot the last 3 lines Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler They say we're old school They say we're veterans They say we're seasoned Some say that we're legends But to get older am I scared or what Yesterday I saw some grey hair on my nuts Cuts and scratches now don't exist Sluts and bitches got good gold on their wrist Shits a little different Change comes with time But they can do what they want to do I'mma still get mine Grind is a way that will never get old Getting high and doing shows until im 74 And if it's positive I'm ready to go If you're blowing then I'm ready smoke Ready to burn Ready to learn Ready to earn Ready to move Ready to groove Devin the Dude Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler

(Feat. Devin the Dude) [Chamillionaire] Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Just believe, something real freaky's going down Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Please do not disturb, on the door you see that sign [Hook] Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I'm really feeling you If you can keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too And this is what we'll do I'll, be your number two I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan And we can just pretend we're, nothing more than friends The sex will never end, that way everybody wins [Chamillionaire] Their dorms, their college, their brains share knowledge I tip toe through the back do', and no one gon' hear about it And if your boo try to search you, and any clue get spotted I hope the lipstick, that is smeared on your top lip is not it Naw we don't sip Hpnotiq, we sipping Henny and some Crimevicts So take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Your body's calling me informing me, that you're freakier than normally Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom put on for me Protection in the briefcaser, plenty of lead with no eraser Trojan Man gotta be safer, ladies that plot for my treat paper Watching a man while he chase her, trying to figure out whether she faithful But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker He running round like he gangsta, don't think your girl can't get lead To the edge of the bedspread, hungry for sex she can get fed Spread her legs or get fed head, she's wearing that yellow pink thong She's got her wedding ring on, but it still never seems wrong, Koopa [Hook] [Chamillionaire] See getting money's like sex, and I'm having a manage G Gold diggers can't F' with me, like I'm having a manage me A hoe see the ice and she start trippin', like your broad can't skeet Koopa get a hot steamy ain't creamy, but uh-naw it ain't T If it's her first time with me, she'll do her thang like she knew me Can't stand a bourgie hoe, a bourgie hoe can't enthuse me or amuse me Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve Who he that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah If this ain't just about the sex, don't waste your time Money jewelry and fame, should be the last thing on your mind You steady trying to be like them, Chamillion trying to be like Ben Franklin Cause a girl that I think is feeling me, say she like him aaah Don't worry naw, Koopa not disappointed I look to' as the do', stick my finger out like this and point it Leave, with me it's a ghetto version of Girls Gone Wild Niggas probably heard our sound, gotta use a very large towel To stick under the do' she's moaning, trying to wake up any sleep takers Screamin' obscenities at me, she got a foul mouth like she T. Draper Sheet shaker heat maker, wanna be down then I replace her Cameras'll get your cart I'm smart, you will not ever see the taper What we did let me lace ya, up in some game while she take a Sip of the Henny or a skeet taste of, some of this Rum minus the chaser yeah [Hook] [Chamillionaire] I got some Henn, got some Crime, got some Remmy and it's time To take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Your body is so fine, girl I'm peeping your design Somehow it feels right, tell me how can I decline Please do not disturb on that door, you see that sign There'll be no interrupting, something freaky on my mind Sipping going doo-own, stripping going doo-own She know what's on my mii-ind, I'm ready to bump and grii-ind Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh [Devin the Dude] Your man used to fuck you down, but now he's slacked up She's runnin' all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork off in my bat, so it's somewhat illegal hit Boom over the fence, rinse off my balls when I'm finished Yes he's probably a good sport, but he's got you playing tennis Running after balls, dodging all your calls You're horny wanna grind him, but you just can't find him So here's what you do, call 832-567 You remember the rest, just ask for Devin Yes I'll come quick, but not too soon Leaving nutted rubbers, all over the room Don't forget to bring the pill, the dress I like and high heels Some extra panties if you will, we can chill I'll never wanna come between you and him, understand But if you ever need a back up plan, I'm your man [Hook]