Live 95

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Shit And I wish I could fly a jet with her, and have sex with her (shit) All the Instagram hoes in the world (the world) Yeah my nigga the world, in the world (shit) I wish I could smoke a blunt with her and maybe fuck with her Be in the cut with somebody that won't run to my girl No no, no no, don't tell my girl, uh, tell my girl, yeah I said it's too much dough to be hurt, yeah I don't know what I'm worth, yeah I've been broke since my birth, yeah Too much hoes in my search, yeah I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah I hope you gripping what you love 'Cause they coming to steal your joy How come every time we function, they telling us kill the noise? Why the fuck my baby mama keep saying I'm still a boy? Find your bliss in the abyss and it prolly could fill the void I'm saying, boy, I ain't touch my ceiling That's prolly from effort giving Searching for better living, that shit come from repetition I feel I've been less efficient, I feel I'm too pressed for bitches Keep saying "F them niggas," but still ain't address it with em' You stressing when it's Too much dough to be hurt, yeah I don't know what I'm worth, yeah I've been broke since my birth, yeah Too much hoes in my search, yeah I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah Now if your pockets been low and your shit was all bad Now your bitches all mad, 'cause you gettin' to the bag Put your hands up, yo yo All my niggas put your hands up Ladies, now if your beauty still glow and you got a dark past And you know that you got class Then go 'head and shake your ass Put your hands up, ladies, all my ladies put your hands up