try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame There'd never been no cash made in it So who thought you could get paid with it? Just crash the club
ray-gun You broke ill and you cold fucked up Now you're bleedin' through your fingers while you're holdin' your gut So get your money how you want to
life becomes when you're doing you Welcome to Hollywood, don't let this town ruin you And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwin' you Just
'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin' down, better step inside Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride First
Why not? -- You should be comin home with me Sittin in this lap with the luxury Now you can, come in the mornin while wakin up (Yeah!) Actin like you
later, I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha, Get gettin' money like hell yeah, This shit so good it don't even smell bad, And you can tell dad
you live from the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas So what do you do, young lady? One hundred I am on a 24-hour champagne diet Spillin' while I'm sippin',
peace [Kanye West] You know what, yo? you a bitch! you should have a travel agent cuz you a trip you should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit but all you
stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out The club can't even handle me right now The club can
' and you empty, you can grab a cup Boy, stop, I'm just playin' let me back you up Baby, baby, you're in my system Baby, baby, tell me you're listenin
is why y'all hate I got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade eyes We wildin' out, hang them high, and dry them out I do them type of things y'all niggas
which book you readin from [Big Tigger] Aight, next caller [unknown female (Busta)] Hey Busta, heard about you on Miss Jones (Why you bringin up old shit? You
said ain't true She home alone waiting while you're out doing you Imagine you were on the road (And she call you and she say that she pregnant) You ask
put my whole on display, to my dismay stop it, you carry-in on without logic let me tell you this about Joe I only say you what I want you to hear you
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? I wanna get a taste of
men You can knock all day Jehova, but you can't get in Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that And you can leave your fake fingernails
's bout to get up on my shawty, (Talk 2 me) I wanna get her back but she aint tryna hear it, (Oh no) Somebody else is in her ear & I can feel it, (Now
money, you can't stop that Get out my business, my business Stay the fuck up out my business, ah 'Cause these niggaz all up in my shit And it's my business