Late 808

Funny back then, was thinkin’ ’bout the destination, where I’m at
Dropped a lil’ mixtape, it went damn near platinum

You know these bars is hard like some dang oysters
Oyster perpetual, face match the Air Forces

Let’s go to Nice
And give your sister a niece
I’m tryna make the population increase
I’m tryna see you indec’ ‘fore we head back East

Told Virgil write “Brick” on my brick

Stop makin’ a big deal out of the little things
‘Cause I got big deals and I got little things
I got everything I’m askin’ for but you
Stop makin’ a big deal out of the little things
Let’s get carried away
Come right now, you know where I stay

I’m like a rottweiler but appearance like a shitzu, if he got that dawg in him I’m that bit.. that he can vent to

This the way God planned it

I’ve got a crush on you, my baby
So let’s put a rush on us, sweet lady
Maybe we can share our love with things we got related
‘Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby

She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?”
I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt”
She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?” Oh
I said, “Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt”
I’m a dog, I’m a mutt

If you used to being broke, then this paper gon’ offend you

My ability to turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon’ remember me (Let’s talk)

On the way to reachin’ my goals, lot of doors open and close

For a moment, I knew cosmic love

Is it Stacy? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Is it Becky? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Is it Keisha? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Is it Ashley? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Was it Dani? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Is it PARTY? (Who’s callin’ my phone?)
Where’s the function? (Where the fuck the function?)
Send the addy (Where the fuck the function?)

This one is dedicated for all the workers that work 9 to 5
Do you want to party
Hey, it’s Friday, let’s party tonight
It’s Friday, and I’m gonna party and get my groove on
It’s Friday, and I’m gonna party till the break of dawn

Maybe in another life
Things could be the way we both desired
It’s a catch-22 (Catch-22)
Either way it went
Someone had to lose

It’s fine, it’s cool
You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth
And guess I’m the fool
With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

I don’t wanna call it off
But you don’t wanna call it love
You only wanna be the one that I call “baby”

‘Cause if I can’t have you, then let me find someone else
I’m tired of being a good time
It’s killing me having you sometimes