flowers You soft as a can of tuna You fuckin' with a piranha The ballin' is no illusion Paper tall as a tower I'm paid hoe, I could change your life all in a hour
on the scales stare at the number You say you dropping 10 pounds, preparing for summer And you don't do it for the man, men never notice You just do it for
it all, that's why I strive for it Dis' me, you'll never hear a reply for it Any awards show or party I get fly for it I know that it's comin' I just
on a train! YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train What kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin? Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write for
me for real, it's gone be somethin' Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" Uh', turn it around lemme see somethin' With me for
hairy box Every hour, happy hour now Life is wacky now Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy Now I'm just the cats meoww, ow Classic now, always down for
cause your hate is what gave me the strength So let em bic's raise cause I came with 5'9? but I feel like I'm 6'8? [Bruno Mars] This one's for you and
the weather but even if it rain, we get rained on together it's whatever, you shine, I shine, I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9! [J. Cole - Chorus
on one, damn Go find you one Go get your dance on, go grind on one Quick question, yo, why you over here? So many hoes in here My office hours 9 to 5
do or die lifestyle for ransom 50 g's, need keys to free their grandson Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for You get your wig split back,
sippin malibu ordered a nice plate of fruit and a ceasar salad too after that we gon go at it for bout an hour or two keep the purple for myself and
f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me Dont, don't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me Don't? Food from India, she in Charlotte Olympia's We talked music for hours
Hello Good morning (Let's go, let's rock) Hello (Yeah, come on) Good morning Hello Good morning Know you been waitin' For it 'Cause I seen You watchin
miles Hit the gym step on the scales stare at the number You say you dropping 10 pounds preparing for summer And you don't do it for the man, men never notice You just do it for
grind, grind) Like a 9 to 5 with no pay Ia??ll do it all, whatever it takes On the real, Ia??m about mine Ia??m on my grind Verse 2: Like a feen for
's just the nigga C-Mack Yeah, Mr Scarface and CJ Mack Puttin' in much work for Rap-A-Lot and Rap-A-Lot West for the 9-5 You motherfuckers better stay
and started callin up my money I signaled for my workers, to bring in all the dope I can feel the bust and sure enough in comes the 5-0 Niggaz stayed
powerful I smoke weed 'cuz time seem precious and I know what a hour do High for a livin', gots ta ride for a livin' Wit' my real gangsta niggas that'll die for
