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Now I don't really care what you call me,
Just as long as you don't call me rude!
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me,
“Goodnight! It's over with...” - that's all she wrote..!
Streets like cold Chicago,
Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before!
But still I ball like no tomorrow,
“Goodnight! It's over with...” - that's all she wrote..!
All she wrote, all she wrote...
I said "It's over with...” - that's all she wrote,
All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote...
“Goodnight! It's over with...” - that's all she wrote..!
It's stupid how I go in knowing everybody knowing that I'm
Sewing up the game, strong like they hate me for it
Eventually, see they can't beat than with me they join,
Others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn
You tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
It's on the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops,
I just laugh at, nigga wishing it was this hot
Guess they mad at me, huh, really pissed off
Better that than pissed on
I'm "The Jettisons", you're "The Flintstones"
Catch me in the end zone,
High stepping prime time
Thought you, niggas, been on
Ain't no blocking my shine
Like my new air Yeezy’s, you can see me in the night
You wanna hate, have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in its right mind
(mind, mind)
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me rude
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
“Goodnight! It's over with...” - that's all she wrote..!
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow,
“Goodnight! It's over with...” - that's all she wrote..!
All she wrote, all she wrote
Man TIP told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hip you
Never let these traits trick you
Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, shit
Dig you a hole, take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch
Shit you talk about some advice that sticks with you
If i should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns
Like double stick, its you but fuck ‘em TIP, its cold
It's chilling like and feeling like the penguin in it's fucking igloo eating fudgesicles
I'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you
Before I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitch
You think this is some Nintendo game how fucking dumb is you
I'll give you some mumps before I split some lump somes with you
So here's a penny for your thoughts
But it won't buy you a cheeseburger, although a nickle might just get you one pickle
Fuck it, it's official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue
That's a bombshell, scud missile!
I got this cuss at you to fucking cuss at you
Like before I rap there was some motherfucking stud
Slut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way for shizzle
I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle
So fuck scissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches know as soon as they saw me
It's never me to get the privilege to know ‘em
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with
But don't get mad at me
Go blame the chick who wrote this shit
Ya life is sure a bitch
But she knows I'm rich
That's why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
Here I go again,
I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in
Peso, Euro, yeah, eh he, I'm paid never gon' be poor again
See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
