Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby
Man, i don't get it. why you gotta try and contest me,
Why its bad and why i gotta get my mind right
Not me, i bet you remember the night
Gotta walk right up as if ya knew em
We must, be the flyest of southerner men
Hi kids, u called for my name? fuck that, im here now don't even try why, why
So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy
You better get her, i'm totally into my zone
You walk out as i follow u out alone
Why i always gotta be discriminated around the nation,
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
You gotta car she down to ride while u provide
Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night
I don't walk so i have no hurdles
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
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