Yeah, so priceless, life so priceless Nigga, you understand me? It's just like that My car so priceless, my bitch so priceless My familia is so priceless
[Intro - Birdman] Yeah So priceless Life so priceless nigga You understand me? It's just like that My car so priceless My bitch so priceless My familia
Bitches want my old shit, buy my old mixtape I ain't fuckin' with you bum bitches no more Always in the club lookin' like a bozo Talkin' 'bout money, we could have
bulbs around my table on my dresser ClC Kompressor, just in case that don't impress her Say hello to Dexter, say hello to uncle Fester Got them gazing at my necklace and my
, stop, I'm just playin' let me back you up Baby, baby, you're in my system Baby, baby, tell me you're listenin' Now this goes out to all my players
asked her had she seen my baby Roll my 6 around, lookin for that missin' lady Got back in turned the TV on and caught the news And I put my hand on my
she seen my baby (whoa, ah) Drove my 6 around lookin' for that missin' lady Got back in, turned the TV on and caught the news Then I put my hand on my
Or you 'gon make me carve your ass up now straight Come on Game you will never be my equal Your homies shoot doors, my niggas shoot people See me I'
, hit his Camry with seven He a lucky motherfucker, I bet he make it to heaven My grandpa drunk my uncle Rob drunk My uncle Champ bombed crack smoked my
Do my ladies run this party? (Hell yeah! ) Or do my fella's run this party? (Hell yeah! ) I said do my ladies run this party? (Hell yeah! ) Or do my fella
ah ah) Oh baby (Ah ah) Oh baby, baby (Ah ah) Touch my body, touch my body Oh boy just touch my body, I mean girl just touch my body
[Chorus] Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood
't knowin' when But not knowin' at all I should'a been more careful When I let him rock my boat I stressin' all day, everyday Hopin' it's not the case
we met, I was in my vette I just left Warner Brothers pickin' up my check I pulled up in Wing Stop just to get me a bike Rubber c*** on my b*** so I'm
a hard road, baby, it's a hard road, baby It's a hard road, baby, lovin' you, lovin' you, yeah 'Cause I don't trust you, baby, I don't trust you, baby
y'all tell me what y'all wanna do Thinkin' while I have a drink or two Throw your hands up everybody Get up on the floor and party I move at night, respect my
shoes on Flossin' for the hoodrats, gettin' my groove on Hangin' in the park 'til all hours of dark Tryin' to catch a mark slippin' with this thang that bark Cry baby
Might have to flush the ye-yo Might have to flush the ye-yo Might have to flush the ye-yo Ye-yo ye-yo Might have to flush the ye-yo Might have to flush