I exit through the spotlight glare I stepped out into thin air Into a perfume so rarefied Here comes the bride Not quite aside, they snide, she's number four There's number three just by the door Those in the know, don't even flatter her, they go one better She was selling speedboats in a trade show when he met her Look at her now She's starting to yawn She looks like she was born to it But it was so much easier When I was cruel She reaches out her arms to me Imploring another melody So she can dance her husband out on the floor The captains of industry just Lie there where they fall In eau-de-nil and pale carnation creation A satin sash and velvet elevation She straightens the tipsy head-dress of her spouse While hers recalls a honey house There'll be no sorrows left to drown Early in the morning in your evening gown But it was so much easier When I was cruel The entrance hall was arranged With hostesses and ushers Who turned out to be the younger wives Nursing schoolgirl crushes Parting the waves of those Few feint friends Fingers once offered are now too Heavy to extend The ghostly first wife glides up On stage, whispering to raucous talkers Spilling family secrets out to Flunkey's and castrato walkers See that girl, watch that scene Digging the dancing queen

Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and they phony Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these bitches Can't play no games with these bitches Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and they phony Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these bitches Kilo in the kitchen, pussy niggas Merry Christmas Bitches taking pictures cause we keep on getting richer Say a nigga name you know you fucking with them killers Walking through the club only salute the real niggas Ain't no bottles on your table, pussy boy go get your gwolla Hoes don't credit pussy so you can't pay her tomorrow Bitch just bought a house she can't afford to run her mouth I run all these fields, I run the game, not just the South Bow down to the biggest, Belaire I be spilling Counting all this paper, no games with these pussy niggas Double M, we poppin', shoppin' buying new clothes Heard your shit keep flopping and your crib got foreclosed Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these bitches Can't play no games with these bitches Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and they phony Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these bitches Can't play no games with these lames, I'm getting money like Tony Three chains on my neck these bitches brushin' up on it Hundred grand on my watch, you don't feel me then fuck 'em If you playin' with work, we either feed 'em or touch 'em I play no games with these hoes, get a ticket a show Fed follow a nigga like it's a brick at a show VIP choppa, Rollie be matchin' Ho know we fuckin', so don't even ask em I play no games at the bar, all I see is Ciroc Three bottles for Diddy, three hoes in the car No love for these skeezers, we party and fuck 'em Every day is a party so every day we like fuck 'em Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these bitches Can't play no games with these bitches Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and they phony Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these bitches Niggas sellin' dope just tryin' to come up in the game Say it's for the fam but spendin' a hundred on the chain Niggas go for self when they caught up in the fame Run back to a nigga when them shots get to sprayin' BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! Now we holdin' hands Success another gamble, bitch I took a chance Jumped straight off the porch, jumped right in the kitchen Then I got a Porsche, my bitch wanted a Bentley Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and they phony Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these bitches

I make you feel better than you ever been I guarantee that you gon' tell the other man he need to get lost And girl you know you dealing with a veteran, I'll beat that down Have you ever been broke off? You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out You ain't gotta trip about no money 'Cause whatever you want, I'ma get it, I ain't worry about the cost I ain't fucking, I ain't phony, I ain't frontin', I ain't stuntin' Everything I say is real, you dealin' with the boss, yeah You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out Look in my pocket, I see a lot of dead people Wrist game mean, mother pearl so evil Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker Pull up in Pakistan like I'm Evel Knievel Air raid Jackson, I stay spaced out Never lay my Jesus piece face down It's not a Rollie, I'm sorry this fucker run She not a singer, but dammit I made her hum Name Ricky, but really I've been a Willy See you looking at it but this watch a quarter milli' I got houses, hobbies, homes in Abu Dhabi Never go wrong GPS, my Ferrari You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man (Because girl you're worth it) You rollin' with the man Turn the lights off

It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me Angel Soul love, this love won't let me go So long, angel of Harlem Birdland on fifty-three The street sounds like a symphony We got John Coltrane and a love supreme Miles, and she's got to be an angel Lady Day got diamond eyes She sees the truth behind the lies Angel Soul love, this love won't let me go So long, angel of Harlem Angel of Harlem She says it's heart, heart and soul Yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah (right now) Blue light on the avenue God knows they got to you An empty glass, the lady sings Eyes swollen like a bee sting Blinded you lost your way Through the side streets and the alleyway Like a star exploding in the night Falling to the city in broad daylight An angel in Devil's shoes Salvation in the blues You never looked like an angel Yeah, yeah, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem