on the bridge looking down But you can't decide True love will never begin to see So hold out your hand to me Ooh, kiss me like you mean it Ooh, kiss me
If your game is on, give me a call Boo (call me up) If your love is strong, gonna give my all to you (holla at me) [Verse 1: Nicole Wray] Every day
hearin' me This is nitti beat, I don't think that hearin' me 80 thousand dollars 4 a track, you kiddin' me Gucci Mane back and they can't get rid of me
him with another swang The whole click, gonna hit him with another (bang) Feeling dizzy, he can't remember his mother's name (let me wake you up), let me
count on money-spinners then True colors, maybe you'll see them then True colors, twisting the knife again True colors, maybe you'll see them then True colors
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on racks (Racks) Got racks on racks on racks Got racks on racks on
me colorful please, diving in summer Come on, come on you, are a child in wonder Make me colorful please, diving in summer Come on, come on, you are
cuss on how I walk talk And dress, they say, "My life's a mess" but I'm straight Are you straight? If you straight, then I'm straight Rock me tonight,
'Cause when we make love I lose track of time I can't count all the colors I see in your eyes And while your heart beats in mine, it's true I can't
they robbin me bruh aint no stoppin me hustle philosophy got me dis guap. Sod money gang bringin da heavy flame put dat on GOD dat we stayin on top.
life by the gram heard me. How's a bird, grinding the curb. And if I get caught put me in a cell with my [Cali Niggas]. On the block, busting shots with
show me a fool These rose colored glasses That I'm looking through Show only the beauty 'Cause they hide all the truth So I just keep on hopin', believing That maybe by counting
?s going on He walks in smelling like her cheap perfume Smiling at me talkin? bout ?what?s wrong wit? you?? Boy nice try (baby, nice try) Really thought that you could play me
my ?? You smell like that chick plus Patron Took a minute but your true colors have shown Boy nice try (nice try) Really thought you could play me Baby
' sho' though, I let you know from the get go Pullin' on my endo, rollin' through the Wood with my kin dog Not De La Soul but fresh on parole Now it'
top. I wandered on foot, my horse had done abandoned me And every town I come to's like a terrible dream The other cowboys mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors Watching me
player give me some Count my props 'cause I never stop Trying to get laid Feeling good stacking dollar bills choices I made If you had a choice of colors