CHORUS I got a lot on my head Most of it is you I got a lot on my head Can't forget about you Lock me away where the silly boys go I'm on top of
a model chick that I got from ?Ye And Rose Phantom Limitage Just a Block Away So Let the Beat Not While you bob your head, I switch cars Jump in the
I'm on my bidness shit They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit If T.I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit Long as I'm on the starting
she got a dick Can't seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a brick I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a
transparent like Wonder Woman's plane I'm a stunna in this game, a federal figure Blowin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers I'm like a NASCAR winner
outside, 'cause niggah this's Westside 'til i die I'm a motherfucking Soldier niggah, I'm a Soldier niggah, I'm a motherfucking Soldier niggah, I'm a
pigs can't stop me UHH, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga
a part time mutha I got a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) Part time A part time A part time mutha She's a (part time mutha
pay her (hah!) Now say MOB I make a whole lot of money, I'm a spend on me (hah hah) That's how I be, I ain't talkin' 'bout no insects or nothin' (what
wats goin thru in my in my head baby I bet u turn around ntell me baby let's le-eave Any girl JD used to bring around I had a crush on Wishin I cud take
Real] My own son don't know me I'm chillin' in the hotel room lonely But I thank God I'm with my homies But sometimes I wish I was back home But only
like a peace smoke, comin on a homicide You talkin shit, try to take me for a ride I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel one Finger on the trigger
and his Stones We never got it off on that revolution stuff What a drag too many snags Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine Got to race
got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's OK, cause I'm still fly Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
Cars Clothes The hoes I suppose Yeah [Chorus - Trey Songz] I want the money Money and the cars Cars and the clothes The hoes I suppose I just wanna
the cars, Cars and the clothes, The hoes, I suppose, I just wanna be, I just wanna be, Successful. I just wanna be, I just wanna be, Successful. I just
