Its just me and you baby we dont need the lights Im like the doctor baby, I make you feel better Light skin corn rows it don't get better The president
on da ground My fingas 2 da judge If da money don't move Then I won't budge (Won't budge) No I won't budge, no Lord Money iz da motivation Facin' da
da bed, Crunchy behind da couch Wit da mother fucking shit we talkin' about Thug'd out, drugged out, already Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep
drop the mic Its just me and you baby we dont need the lights Im like the doctor baby, I make you feel better Light skin corn rows it don't get better
won't say I'm the best til the stats arrive At all these a-list parties you fratranize Where you can't wear hats inside only slacks and ties Bu you don't
him the prince, He rep two up, two down, Anyone i know get used to me, I'm far the man that i used to be, And i don't ever really kick game, And
flip da scrip Your scrip got flippedFrom NANA to Bulo ,Now you niggas know That we don't take no shit and how Booya flow On and on wit da bomb style flowRepresentin
niggaz don't know you nigga! Yadidimean! You ain't M.O.B. nigga! You ain't no real blood, you fuckin' basketball nigga! Yadidimean! (Chorus #2 2x) I know
dreams though Don't get offended No niggaz, no bitches It's fantasy man Don't get mad 'cause you got a bad bitch Oh Boy! [Dreams of fuckin' an industry
chances My head 2 da sky My feet on da ground My fingas 2 da judge if da money don't move And I won't budge Won't budge No I won't budge no Nall [Verse
these a-list parties you fratranize Where you can't wear hats inside only slacks and ties Bu you don't never act surprised You just hold it down for your boy
loot Your Mac-11 then shoot Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it Don't sweat it, I bet it'd make
you looking like da type White dress black tux don't dat nice Me and you honeymoon we don't need the lights Ain't Cassidy but it don't get no better
is dreams though Don't get offended No niggaz, no bitches It's fantasy man Don't get mad cuz you got a bad bitch Oh Boy! (Dreams of fuckin' an industry
Like A Bar Shot Cuz The Streets Don't Play Fair (Huh) Niggas Mad Cuz You Got More Rides Than The State Fair Terrified I Can't Lie Boy I Stay Scared So
fairy tales (La da da da) Since my heart's been crushed Just don't believe in a tiny hell Don't know which way to turn (I don't know which way) Figure