Girls, we run this mother (yeah) Girls, we run this mother (yeah) Girls, we run this mother Girls Who run the world? Girls Who run the world? Girls Who
Ne-Yo, Afrojack & Nayer] Me not working hard? Yea right picture that with a kodak And better yet, go to times square Take a picture of me with a kodak
my hands out against the wheel Asked a girl if she needed a ride She said, "Sure, babe, but I wanna drive" Hey now, wait awhile We're going down with
get in dat door, I make dat money jizzle shake dat money yea ya know I'm ballin I fake dat money all in my sleep I can taste dat money, I go to jail fuck
buh buh buh bip) Along with Fresh [Raps] If you's a gangsta homey bop ya head, let 'em hang I see ya shake it shawty, gon girl, do ya thang Do the chain
every time you try to fuck she ain't gon want none [Chorus] I'm a Fool With It (Fool With It) I'm a Fool With It (Fool With It) Girl gimme dat pussy,
hoes up and fuck 'em all My dog Weebie make them hoes catch the wall with it And walkdy, walk, walk, walkdy walk with it Say girl, get loose, back it
I'll bob my head, I'll stomp my feet For Soulja Slim, won't you do that Nolia Clap with me Say Hot Girl, don't play with me Like Ying Yang, Let me see
on everythang we own Uptown to downtown getting our grind on Now won't you walk with me, walk the walk with me, walk the walk with me walk the walk with
This for the soldierettes (soldierettes) This for everybody all over out the project Buck with me (Buck with me) Bounce with me (Bounce) Buck with me (Buck) Bounce with me (Bounce) Smoke a ounce with
Turk A lil nigga seventeen playin with six figures Got so much ice you can skate on a nigga When you see cash money you know you stay flossin Catch cha girl
she lookin just like me I'm straight out all the old money from my old habit I'm spended that on ear rings with 10 karats I got my lil girl a Lexus for
people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me The B.G., you want me find me In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3
this world wit da black girl [Baby] Keep my nina for self protection [the B.G.] Just in case a reppin ass nigga wanna start reppin [Baby] I'm bout money
have a million records sold But niggas hatin on me everyday and that's cold I keep my four-four and I ain't gon' let it go My money can't fold no more
I'm try's make that these baler blacken' rookies They hate that i don't wear nothing' cheap From my head to my feet Twenty on my wrist ten on my cash money
right on me I stay flossed out all through the week My money long if you don't know I'm the B.G. I be dealin with your girl all in your home Haters be
chrome lil daddy And in the same place [BG] Washington and Ferret on Sunday, they buck, jumpin We on 17's stun'n, the second lines comin The hot girls
