Why do you do this Do you feel this Do you I'm sorry I left here Why do you do this Do you feel this Do you feel this Do you feel this Do you
broke like ligaments And nigga I?m rich And now that boy got chips Like ruffles? Lays And you can say I?m short But you can?t say I ain?t paid You
it is black and yellow [x4] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] [Chorus] yeah, uh huh, you know what it is everything I do, I do it
you gonna hit 'em with a new style? Know that motherfucker well, what you gonna do now? Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now Not gonna do us, it
dream, reality is a knife My colors my honor my colors my all With my colors upon me one soldier stands tall Tell me what have you left me What have
Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black's the color We
fucc riGht now Well you lil' 6oys keep on tryinG like the little enGine that could You think you can you think you could I think you pussies should (
spawldy And I feel I'm the youngest, he expects a little more from me So I try to stay humbled and as you can see my vision you can see us Cash Money
'm pulling the iron out We rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster We Jamaican sexing, pillow talking, and pop trois In pasta, look, you wanna be a
the lil wayne bowww and im gonna let her, cause me and her colors create art together ohhh she don't wanna do it, unless we do it all night i just
What a wonderful world The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces, of people going by I see friends shaking hands, sayin', "How do you do
Jamaican spot at the bar, take a seat I ordered you jerk, she said, "You are what you eat" You see I always loved your sense of humor But tonight you
sucio Sucio You wastin' your time here man, sucio They don't know what I do Little ghetto weeds I feel like killin' you. Banana-colored light-skinned spics You
they still poor How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse? Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin' Red stones, blue stones, red
kids to be fed Little dunn-dunn's got me goin' hard for the lump sum Bite the hand that feed you and I let you know how we do There that go, feel my
[Intro: Pharrell Williams] I said think about your future You can't do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR [Lupe Fiasco] O' ye
table) And don't you worry (don't you worry) Just keep movin boo (keep movin boo) 'Cause you're the star (you're the star) Everybody lookin at you (said
talking zsa zsa zsa zsa Catch knock my tape like beats (uh) I'm fresh as fruits You pussy MC it's you I rebuke repent You burn up you got me bit I'
