You win and lose some That's not my problem If you can keep up good for you If I tell you I'm comin' I'm probably not You shouldn't have expectations Just throw it in the fire Just throw it in the fire Just throw it in the fire Just throw it in the fire She's there when I need her But none of it matters Just another night before I go Sleeps like an angel When I'm beside her But I stay up all night and Think about how I'm lying Just throw it in the fire Just throw it in the fire Just throw it in the fire Just throw it in the fire Someone fill me up With something that's not love I need to feel like I Can leave at anytime I'm not your hero, no Watch the elders glow It all goes up in smoke It all goes up in smoke Feel like dying Wanna die, and Wish I could die, and Don't wanna feel I don't wanna feel, no All this silence Turn me high and I'm never high and I'm never hide

She mad that I'm up Shorty bad that I'm up It's two in the morning I been out all night Patronin' She sayin', "Sorry won't get it" So sorry can't hit it She don't want to hear me, h-hear me Don't want to be near me, n-near me And she's in the right 'Cause I got make up all on my collar Chanel Number Five Is all in my shirt but I ain't even holler She cursin' me out with nothin' But her panties on And I'ma spend all night alone But it's gonna be fine 'cause this works every time If you ever make your girlfriend mad Don't let your good girl go bad Drop five stacks on a make up bag Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag Louis, Prada, and there's Fendi Valentino, hell they all make many Five stacks on a make up bag Drop, drop five stacks on the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag She packin' all of my shit Puttin' it all on the left Shorty screamin' on me I think a nigga goin' deaf If you could see how she lookin' She can't stand the sight of me I wanna be on her But she don't wanna be on me And she's in the right 'Cause I got make up all on my collar Chanel Number Five Is all in my shirt but I ain't even holler I'm up all night, she got me sleepin' on the sofa Just when I think that it's over, she said If you don't want to break-up Then you know what to do to make-up If you ever make your girlfriend mad Don't let your good-girl go bad Drop five stacks on a make up bag Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag Louis, Prada, and there's Fendi Valentino, hell they all make many Five stacks on a make up bag Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag I ain't waitin' on Cupid, Cupid Nigga, I do this, do this Money, power change her mind Up in twenty-four hours, I do this, do this Do this, do this Do this, do this Do this, do this Do this I get home late, shawty made I ain't give a shit I'm in the club wasted, mindin' my own business And they was on me, I can't help the broads want me Let's make up before we go to sleep, what's it gonna be? Chanel while you sail, Marc Jacobs, Gucci, Louis V. Pick you two or three and some Harry Winston jewelry Maybe you'll see one day that this ain't nothin' to a G All I do for you, just a part of me doin' me See, I don't buy 'em 'cause you're mad at me I swear to God, I just want to see your sexy ass happy So if it put a smile on your face Hit the mall, pick a bag, Black Card on the way If you ever make your girlfriend mad Don't let your good-girl go bad Drop five stacks on a make up bag Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag Louis, Prada, and there's Fendi Valentino, hell they all make many Five stacks on a make up bag Drop, drop five stacks on a make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag The make up bag, the make up bag

She want a nigga Call me, I'mma pick up Real nigga Shawty know she rolling with a winner, inna Ain't nobody iller That pum pum be the killer Killer It's in the bag Million dollar dreams, all the shit I never had Don't ask me no questions Cause you know I never ask It's a riot, yeah, you know that I'm back I want everything You can put it in the bag In the bag, in the bag She want everything but she never giving back But she got so much ass Finna dance for the money If she ask me where it at It's in the bag, in the bag It's in the bag It's in the bag, in the bag It's in the bag It's in the bag, in the bag It's in the bag It's in the bag, in the bag It's in the bag It's in the bag, in the bag Ouu now you got me flaunting Shawty dirty whine, naughty naughty Way you taunting, ting ting Forget the face of their father dem You know say me naughty Say me piping down their mother dem Lotta them, think me nuh ever getting what it takes Me nuh getting what it takes Me nuh get what? Yeah yeah I had to get it, you know I got it, I wanna, hold your body, she whine it pon me She wanna, ride with me, she vibe with me We got the, sites to see, the one for me Yeah yeah I had to get it, you know I got it I wanna hold your body, she whine it pon me She wanna ride with me, she vibe with me We got the sites to see, the one for me Yeah yeah Ouu, now you got me flaunting Shawty dirty whine, naughty naughty Way you taunting It's in the bag Million dollar dreams, all the shit I never had Don't ask me no questions Cause you know I never ask It's a riot, yeah, you know that I'm back I want everything You can put it in the bag In the bag, in the bag She want everything but she never giving back But she got so much ass Finna dance for the money If she ask me where it at It's in the bag, in the bag Ani ki lo n foshi o Ki lo n foshi o My baby ma lo kana Baby ma lo kana Ani ki lo n foshi o Ki lo n foshi o My baby ma lo kana Baby ma lo kana Come over east side, Ibadan, this weekend Man dem show up You and your girls will be freaking, tweaking Life like a movie, man, this ish must be scripted Dropping verses like scriptures But I'm down for whatever you preaching I promise If you down for the ride, we'll end up iconic I promise Every single dream I wanted, I got it I promise I wanna take you to the other side What's the price of your life If we end up angels in floating skies Ironic I love to lie with you, but I'm honest Put it all on the table Just to have nothing on my conscience Put it all in the bag Because I'm tryna spread these options But get the bag was always the only option But get the bag was always the only option I had Most em want me running right back Right back Tell that boy to run it right back Yuh, so tell that boy to run it right back It's in the bag Million dollar dreams, all the shit I never had Don't ask me no questions Cause you know I never ask It's a riot, yeah, you know that I'm back I want everything You can put it in the bag In the bag, in the bag She want everything but she never giving back But she got so much ass Finna dance for the money If she ask me where it at It's in the bag, in the bag Ani ki lo n foshi o Ki lo n foshi o My baby ma lo kana Baby ma lo kana Ani ki lo n foshi o Ki lo n foshi o My baby ma lo kana Baby ma lo kana Ma pa mi na Dedo ma pa mi na Ma pa mi na Dedo ma pa mi na