Lyrics

Things ain't the same You're on top of it all And everytime I see your face Your name It's written on every wall Your ways your game got changed And we ain't friends no more (I didn't know) The way you check yourself Cause you got some bills to blow Oh baby come on You haven't spent a dollar on a bottle in the VIP you don't even own Oh baby come on But you show it to the bad boys With the white lines but they'll take you down low Baby watch out while you take it to the bad boys With the white lines cause they'll drag you down low Drag you down low Drag you down low Drag you down low You're high, the fame The energy pumps through your veins And everytime I see you dance Champagne washes off those dirty stains Your ways your game got changed And we ain't friends no more (I didn't know) The way you check yourself Cause you got some bills to blow Oh baby come on You haven't spent a dollar on a bottle in the VIP you don't even own Oh baby come on But you show it to the bad boys With the white lines but they'll take you down low Baby watch out while you take it to the bad boys With the white lines cause they'll drag you down low Drag you down low Drag you down low Drag you down low There's no stopping now You shouted way too loud It's time to clean your crown Sour rain brought it down Baby watch out while you take it to the bad boys With the white lines cause they'll drag you down low Drag you down low Drag you down low Drag you down low Drag you down low
Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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