It can get real cold if you not standin' in the lobby Girl you Kamikaze cuz I know you work your body yeah You need to put me in your mind Hit you with some baby oil Yo everything shine Dolce and Gabana Ho it won't impress your mama You roll around the city like your Lola Falana It's 3 so what? A.M so what? Me and you talking conversation so tough Really on the under girl I feen for your attention But I gotta get paid for it That admission You can't be a Christian Did I forget to mention You gotta be a sinner And a bread winner No T-bone dinners Maybe Top Ramen Late night counting money with my bottom It's 3 so what? A.M. so what? Me and you talking conversation so tough It's sorta like ice the way we skate through the city Even hockey players gotta say you look pretty You gettin' every penny You always say "gimme" You wash the Heni down baby girl with the Remi I hate to miss the phone when I see that you called Cuz I know it's conversation that'll make me wanna ball You make money fall like snow in Minnesota 12 a.m. and there ain't no rollers It's something like music when your heels hit the street A symphony plays when you walk the concrete And I love yo eyes cuz yo eyes don't lie I remember when I asked and you said that you'll try Baby work your body like a rookie running back My life is coping blows Soul ain't never coming back They all ran track like the? Olympics I spit the gift so that made them all gifted Now I remixed it Put it in a capsule Pineapple to the big red apple Finish that Snapple Don't leave thirsty I still? the game first cursed me It's 3 so what? A.M. so what? Me and you talking conversation so tough Ya know I'm from the city of Joe Montana My curls bang out like gang bandanas Freak you bananas Paying is a privilege I look you in the eyes and say "the game did this" Coconut future Real Karma Sutra I used to buy clothes from this fine ass booster Now I'm with the roosters When it comes to you The way you hit the streets and the things that you do Even politicians try to get you through the wire Come back and tell me cuz you know they all liars Turning like tires so fast no brakes Sometimes we laugh about the money you make Cakes I bake T-Bone steaks Fallas that race to your face then chase Let me lace you up Roll up two blunts Some think it late But it's 3 so what?
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