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
 
 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