Lately I've been thinkin'. Thinkin? 'bout you. And all the things. I've seen you go through. . Your mother, the kids an?. The problems at home. Sorry I wish I.
Homie come up outta this. Ask yo girl who she rep she say 'yeah'. . About to land jets on some suckers houses. Homie come up outta that side shit. You call your girl crib.
[Verse 1]. She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set. Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex. Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,.
Money in my bank account, money in my denim. Money on these bitches' brains, they be tryna get it. Tryna run my pockets but I'm not tryna hear it. That's mine baby what is you deaf, blind, crazy?.