go, show it off Feel like letting go Oh oh oh oh Feel like letting go Oh oh oh oh Feel like letting go Oh oh oh oh
but then again Who looks at the price tag? You know Oh yeah, we in this bitch Oh, oh, oh Oh yeah, we in this bitch Oh, oh, oh I'm about whatever man
ain't gone finish don't start no stuff,(i just want to touch) don't start no stuff, theres too many woman here to waste all my time on you,oh what ya
nigga ain't shootin' the junk or runnin' a track meet But this pimp is at the top of Mount Olympus Ready for the world's games, this is my Olympics We make 'em say "oh
your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lips He never really liked me anyway Oh tell your aunt Louise, tell anything you please Myself already knows that I'm not okay Oh
Chorus] I look up to the sky (down now) and now the world is mine (mine) I've known it all my life (oh oh oh oh oh oh) I made it, I made it! (i made it
let go, show it off Feel like letting go, oh, oh, oh, oh Feel like letting go, oh, oh, oh, oh Feel like letting go, oh, oh, oh, oh
She take my money when I'm in need Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed Oh, she's a gold digger way over town That digs on me (She give me money) Now
Shawty, what you're thinking? You know What got you thinking, let go I know that you know, you want this love, You know that I know, You're thinking oh
Oh no, we don't play with silly girls All I know is the material girls Give me the muny, the cars, the case loads The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos
she badder than a mother fucker. Let?s make a movie! Two superstars, To big body coupes, avatars The marriage niggaz stay and they e-condo large I stay in louis
They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? I'm like oh Kimosabe, your body is
screwface, Flowers for the dead, Here's a bouquet, L.V.s nigga on every suitcase, Y.M. nigga it's a new day, We the champions nigga hoo-ray Yeah, hammer in the Louis
She take my money when I'm in need Yea she's a triflin' friend indeed Oh she's a gold digger way over town That digs on me Now I ain't sayin' she a gold
it winds from Chicago to L.A. More than two thousand miles all the way Get your kicks on Route 66 Well it goes through Saint Louis Down to Missouri Oklahoma City looks oh
funky soul In Georgia, drivin' that funky soul, drivin' that funky soul And you cross your tongue in Baltimore Philadelphia, ha! Join Chicago, St. Louis
to get back, get back Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me, oh Still tryin' to get back, get back Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me, oh
do it Wrists rocked up shinin, flawless diamonds You could hardly see the face on my Audemar time and On that J.T. shit, me I'm bringin +Sexy Back+ Louis