Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Everything's more beautiful... Yeah, yeah ...in the hollow place I pick up and down a bottle And they want me to be a model I-I don't got no logic in my brain But I'm the partier Ain't nobody want no problems If they need it, then I got 'em I ain't do this work for nothin' Bitch, I want it, I'ma cop it, yeah Yeah I don't know what I be doin' until I get lit (Yeah) Fuckin' right out the G wagon, 'cause [?] (Yeah) Callin' the devil for help, I think I'ma see 'em (Yeah) But, I got the gold on my teeth, right behind my lip (Yeah) Real, real The story you read on my wrist I tell him, "I think I'ma quit" (Yeah) I haven't been good in the [?] (Yeah) Real, real I'm sending the hundreds a kiss (Yeah) I think I be sick of this shit (Yeah) But I gotta get me a grip Yeah, yeah That boy ain't touched designer in his life I fuck and she lovin' the money, I think she my wife I'm sick of all the colors in my Sprite Hittin' on me, think you need to get a life Bitch, I'm flexin' through the pain They don't see nothin' (Don't see nothin') I was lost and I was found Like it's my [?] (It's my [?]) Pullin' up outside the function Get to jumpin' (Get to jumpin') Ask me why I'm stuntin' I'm still runnin' I'm still runnin', now Don't know what am I so afraid of Don't know why I can't show any love I don't know what I'm afraid of I don't know what I be doin' until I get lit Fuckin' right out the G wagon, 'cause [?] Callin' the devil for help, I think I'ma see 'em But, I got the gold on my teeth, right behind my lip Real, real The story you read on my wrist I tell him, "I think I'ma quit" I haven't been good in the [?] Real, real I'm sending the hundreds a kiss I think I be sick of this shit But I gotta get me a grip