I said her from the city So her got to be witty She said him from the country So, him got to be funky, funky Mama I'm a millionaire but I feel like a bum Mama I'm a millionaire but I feel like the only one I, I, I, I woke up early this morning I don't think y'all heard me I woke up early this morning I don't think y'all heard me I woke up early this morning I don't think, think y'all heard me I woke up early this morning, but I still ain't see the sun Papa I'm a millionaire But Saks Fifth Ave don't sell affection (Saks Fifth Ave. don't sell affection) Papa I'm a millionaire But I ain't moving in the right direction Something ain't right, I know I ain't rich until he is rich and she is rich, then we is rich I ain't rich until he is rich and she is rich, then we is rich I ain't rich until he is rich and she is rich, then we is rich I ain't rich until he is rich and she is rich, then we is rich, mm-mm Where there is cheese there are rats Wherever there are rats there are cats Wherever there are cats there are dogs If you got the dogs, you got bitches Bitches always out to put their paws on your riches If you got riches, you got glitches If you got glitches in your life computer, turn it off And then reboot it, now you back on Can't just put the cap on the old bottle once you pop it, that will spoil it Go on and drink it and enjoy it, mama, mama Mia What's a girl to do when she has dimes no time just play-yay-yay-yay What's a girl to do instead of me it's you'll be true-woo-woo-woo What's a girl to do in a world of greed but kneel and pray-yay-yay-yay What's a girl to do when she's lost her long time friends that's lie-ie-ie-ie-ied I, I'm feeling sad like a million bucks I, I, I, I, I, I'm feeling sad like a million I, I, I'm feeling sad like a million Sad like a million I, I, I, I, I, I'm feeling sad

You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh We got the swag sauce, she drippin' swagu You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh We got the swag sauce, she drippin' swagu I may be young, but I'm ready To give you all my love I told my girls you can get it Don't slow it down, just let it go So in love, I'll give it all away Just don't tell nobody tomorrow So tonight, I'll do it every way Speakers knockin' 'til the morning light 'Cause we like to party Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay 'Cause we like to party Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay 'Cause we like to party Your touch is driving me crazy I can't explain the way I feel Top down with the radio on And the night belongs to us Just hold me close, don't let me go So in love, I don't care what they say I don't care if they're talking tomorrow 'Cause tonight's the night, oh-oh-oh-oh That I give you everything, music knockin' 'til the morning light 'Cause we like to party Set the scene, 3000 degrees Ain't worried 'bout them f- niggas over there, but they worried 'bout me I gotta homeboy named Butta, and another homeboy, this n- named Cheese F- with me, baby, I make it milk 'til it drip down yo' knees Spit this shit fo' real-lo, Brain Brillo Kiddo say he looks up to me, this just makes me feel old Never thought that we could become someone else's hero Man, we were just in the food court, eating our gyros Yesterday, that's the way, every single morning I try to pray Grandmama 'dem, they never forgot, nothing else really mean nothing to me I ain't studdin' the beat, talkin' to me? Girl, why you f'in with me? Move on, ain't nothin' to see Shh, always somethin' to saw, I'm the raw of the rip 'Cause of him, all of them Will remember the min-nute that they fell in love with rap Black like having yo' cousin back, blue like when they rent is due Cream like when I'm lovin' you, yeah So in love, I'll give it all away Just don't tell nobody tomorrow 'Cause tonight's the night, oh-oh-oh-oh That I give you everything Music knockin' 'til the morning light 'Cause we like to party Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay 'Cause we like to party Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay 'Cause we like to party You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh We got the swag sauce, she drippin' swagu You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh We got the swag sauce, she drippin' swagu

Darlin', I have to be moved from afar The truth is the only thing worth holding onto anymore (Anymore) Untie me, let me loose from the cord I'm so gone, so far, I deserve more (More, I deserve more) Yeah I'm begging you (I beg) I'm begging you, please, come home (Please) No one even begs anymore (Come home) I'm begging you (I beg) I'm begging you, please, come home (Please) No one even begs anymore (Come home) Who should I rest blame upon When all of the signs are brightly drawn And point back to your open arms? (Point back to your open arms) Back too soon, but I'm here for the last of support No longer bound by a broken heart (Bound by a broken heart) I'm begging you (I beg) I'm begging you, please, come home (Please) No one even begs anymore (Come home) I'm begging you (I beg) I'm begging you, please, come home (Please) No one even begs anymore Somewhere in a plane over water My love, my love Home base, wifey turn it off before I touch down You're all I need, all of me on my knees Normally harmony, bumblebee, hummingbird I'm a nerd, study you What are you, WWF? We fighting, we might need counseling Possibly more so me Sounds to me frowns'll be grounds to leave Hounds'll be looking for you before you drop a tear, apres diem Stop pretending that I ain't him I ain't them, dim sum dumpling I remember when you start dyeing them silver hairs And start hiding from your age I ask. why? How come? Amazing how time can run away from us I'm no nun, you're no priest But I promise, hun, you gon' see A phenomenon, come with me Like it's Ramadan, I don't eat Like it's Comic Con, I'm a freak for you (Yeah!) I'm begging now, pretty please with cherries on top Hairy wet twat Harriet Tub-man, I don't give up And if your gut tells you to strut, then strut Then I'll hail you a car, but what man won't beg? You know I'm nutmeg I will show up on a lil' moped With a lil' puppy, it'll be fluffy You will un-toughen We can discuss it You know I'm suffering I do miss my friend I don't like my fin bent up, Tilikum, well, that's ill-informed Sweet stuff, Willa Wonk', we stuck, Billabong 'Least at minumum we gon' get along Peace and inner calm, geez, it's been a long T-I-M-E, um, please, I'm feeling dumb Please, I'm feeling dumb Please, I'm feeling dumb

I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch Yeah, this for the niggas with Benzes and the niggas without 'em Scram, ho! I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit, whoaaaaa (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) Graduated from the fabricated sabotages Conversated with a lady goin' Lambo crazy Bitch, you better cut it, shawty, I'm 'bout to cut you off Oh, you greedy in Tahiti, I just seen your flaw Aye, tell that girl you 'bout to settle, whatchu tired of? Aye, see how she react when you're no longer in your Beemer Then she find out that the Bentley wasn't really rented Can you sell a kilo? Help a nigga move a kilo Oh, you want the private jet to take a flight to Rio Can't no Maybach prevent a nigga from makin' mula Oh, you gold diggin' diggin' graveyard loser Ain't none of my cars American, King of Zamunda Let's have a heart-to-heart, drink wine, make art Backseat of the Benzo, the AMG Can you love a thug, is all make believe Pure fantasy, I see through it easily I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho I told the girl I'm 'bout to sell the Porsche, I'm tired of it She go and told these folks I'm goin' broke, a smile poured From my lips, cuz if I'm broke, it's only hearted Broken records from broken English, that's all it Hol' up and if I were, why? Would you throw a party? Affection is so convenient when ballin' Correction: these hoes don't mean it when fallin' I guess that's why Lois can't be with Clark Kent Fly on a nigga back while he Superman But if I'm in a wheelchair, you still there? Stop searchin' for words, I feel stupid, man The shit is the Pittsburgh, I still care White button downs and Emory scrubs Had to write her birthday down because my memory sucks But this shit comes back up like some acid reflux Or a Michael Jackson jacket with some plastic zippers I was zippin' through the city and I don't give a fuck 1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because That bitch ain't never broke down on me, why would I do that to her? Simplism, symbolism, I'll pull up at a club And might not never buy a new car again, if I can help it Cause if I buy one, they gon sell ten, then what I'm left with? Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could talk Til' then, I will ride my fuckin' bike, or walk Eh? I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho I told that girl, I told that girl tell the truth Say she the realest bitch I ever met, then show me some proof These girls be droppin' these lies, these girls be makin' shit up She don't wanna stand in my line, she tryna come to the front Yeah, she love her country but hate American cars For the shape of them, he'll have you know all of them bitches is foreign If yellow seems to be the color in fashion What happens to all of this good black pussy he keep ignorin'? The world told him don't shit rhyme with orange The girl is only with him because he's tourin' Well go on angel, I don't blame you, don't hang yo head I know it's survival for you, get it like an IOU She's so, materialistic I'm just enjoyin' life, I'm livin' life, you know? That worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah Pull up at this girl crib bumpin' Lil' Boosie, yeah I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit, whoaaaaa (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) We drive these cars on the regular This life that I live is incredible We gon be fly whenever, we gettin' richer forever Without these foreign vehicles, can we still gon' be together? Tell me

And the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me What do you think my brain is made for? Is it just a container for the mind? This great, grey matter Sensei replied, "What is your woman? Is she just a container for the child?" That soft, pink matter Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you My God, she's giving me pleasure What if the sky and the stars are for show? And the aliens are watching live From the purple matter? Sensei went quiet, then violent And we sparred until we both grew tired Nothing mattered Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ooh, ooh Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you, ooh-ooh My God, giving me pleasure, pleasure Pleasure, pleasure Pleasure over matter Hey, hey Since you been gone, I been havin' withdrawals You were such a habit to call I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, "Naw She better with some fella with a regular job" I didn't wanna get her involved By dinner, Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe Hopped into my car, drove far Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp Butter knife, what a life, anyway I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway? She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin If models are made for modelin', thick girls are made for cuddlin' Switch worlds and we can huddle then Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands (Grey matter) (Blue used to be my favorite color) (Now I ain't got no choice) (Blue matter) You're good at bein' bad, yeah You're bad at bein' good, oh For heaven's sakes, go to hell Knock, knock on wood, hey You're good at bein' bad (you're bad at bein' good) You're bad at bein' good (for heaven's sakes, go to hell) For heaven's sakes, go to hell (knock, knock, knock on wood) Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood Well, frankly, when that ocean so motherfuckin' good Make her swab the motherfuckin' wood Make her walk the motherfuckin' plank Make her rob a motherfuckin' bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver

We'll get it some day Sleep, sleep Chillout Bitches out the Yayo (Uh, uh) Bitches out the Yayo Bitches out the Yayo Bitches out the Yayo Chillout Bitches out the Yayo Bitches out the Yayo It's Election Day Chillout Connection: Sleep Tight Success, I'm blessed Impress, I dare you confess, confess, confess Mumblin' tremblin' Your life is fuckin' crumblin' You're really fuckin' fumblin' This shit is really humblin', aint gon' lie They're really high, red eyes 50 Years they gonna die, Fly High Yeah well I guess it's a fuckin' tie, hair dyed Cry my guy Go to sleep Blonde-

This album uhh Like when I- when I first heard it and well the more I hear it I feel like the only like appropriate question to ask you After listening to it is Are you ok? It's like gut retching I- It's both beautiful, it's very beautiful But it's like, parts that hurt a little bit

315 day I've been going through something Big fuckin deal I've been going through something Kissed that bitch in a taxi that shit was pretty relaxing Everyone fuckin made fun of me But guess what bitch I was just practicin' I cant ever get my dick sucked after the show But that fat fuck could've done it fosho' I guess all it takes is motherfuckin' music And in the motherfuckin' conclusion My whole life is just a fuckin illusion Filled with people full of delusion But all I had to do was fuckin loosen Then what all that shit would've been proven I mean yeah I guess were all fuckin humans But I just feal like I'm fuckin Truman Man don't you get it I'm just tryna fuckin bloom in Yeah I guess I even might be fuckin assumin' Overdose from all that shit Imma get my motherfuckin' head split Man all you gotta' do is just fuckin quit But they don't understand they're too fucking stupid Still falling in love feel like fuckin Cupid Its like your life started with a DLC included Nah bitch don't worry inject all that fluid Now look I'm not the one to speak But look bitch you've reached the fucking peak Don't worry imma get a new friend he from Mozambique Nah but seriously how all my friends fuckin' Greek Now I ain't gonna lie yall motherfuckers are lowkey unique But your shit is just making me weak You don't understand when my fucking tears leak You had a good fuckin physique You're just gonna give it up for a fucking tweak bitch You make my skin itch And yeah when you die I'm gonna fucking snitch bitch I see your eyes twitch I hear your voice pitched I'm just seeing my fuckin bestfriends glitch, fuck This shit sucks man I'm fuckin struck I'm a fucking hockey puck Get in the fucking truck drive away from the town Sometimes you gotta' look around Cause you may fucking drown amen

Guess who's back in this shit (shit) No longer a badass, you turned me to a bitch (bitch) Yeah, aha, aha aha aha Anyway man the fuck am I sayin' (sayin') Back up in this bitch but this time I ain't playin' (playin') So who the four people on that fuckin' cover (cover) They the one discover, uncover, recover me (recover me) Finally I'm free from all these mothafuckas (fuckas) Now it's just me, he and she (and she) Three, it's the three of us (three of us) We the only ones to make a song about a bus (bus) We didn't even fuss when it didn't go platinum (platinum) We just sat there like Perry The Platypus (Platypus) My dick ain't even a fuckin' magnum (magnum) Fuck that shit man we movin' to Cyprus (Cyprus) He a Rex mothafucka start a crisis (crisis) He a Rex mothafucka start a crisis (crisis) He a Rex mothafucka start a crisis (crisis) All-Rich mothafucka in the house (house) All-Rich mothafucka in the house (house) Like Kanye said, Kanye said Ah, what did Kanye say How many ladies in the house (house) How many ladies in the house without a spouse Spouse