're the one I depend on With one another we don't have to pretend You could turn me down over twice You could treat me mean or treat me nice But soon
27 million And I want it all it's Gonna take more than that Hope that ain't all you got I need it all The money, the fame , the cars, the clothes I
Theres something that you provide Cuz the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know. [Chrous] [Fabolous] Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon
pen many record labels started getting me in concerts full of so Many women and men that word would of had me living in prison for 10 but uh money, hoes, cars
it's a part of payin dues On an everyday mission tryin to collect 5's and 10's So many worries I promise my bones show right through my skin Fancy cars
scream I wanna lie in my wet dream Don't wanna go too far Don't wanna drive my car Don't wanna die too soon So I like people to provide with room
I'm the one they laughed at, now they all calling me for... and features Damn I'm so ether, tell them all to fall back, let me get a breather The album's coming soon
watch things on TV Oh...satellite of love Ah...satellite of love Oo...satellite of love Satellite Satellite's gone Way up to Mars Soon it will be filled With parking cars
[Jermaine:] Let's kick a little something out there for all them cars that be bumpin. uh uh uh MO wassup [chorus:] if you were the girl would you stay
Latifah Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon
somethin' like a balla, somethin' like a pimp? (Uh huh) It ain't no halfways, bitch I'm him Been spending my last package, I'm done for the day As soon
over Since you?ve gone away I never know just what to say Since you?ve gone away I never know just what to say Cause I like cars more than telephones
Over the city in an airplane I can see everything below The houses they look so tiny The cars look like dots We've only got fifteen minutes to go The
Time: 3:05 Brian Wilson Over the city in an airplane I can see everything below The houses they look so tiny The cars look like dots We've only got fifteen
Play a game with your electronics Take a step to the discotheque, and people Go outside where there's someone watching cars go by And the city tall with