my life. I've always got to be the one to lose control at night. The one to lose control at night Always the one to lose control at night
fuels my life. I've always got to be the one to lose control at night. The one to lose control at night Always the one to lose control at night
in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta get paid we in the kitchen Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym Hold on, motherfucking gun Another fifth
wardrobe is-it, now listen Chorus {G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy)} Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (
this money Ain't no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it honey Take it money, now let's get it Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate
school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta get paid we in the kitchen Cooking up grade and, baby, go on go grym Hold on to motherfucking gun Another fifth
quick and never make another move Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues Big Pun forever, do you understand? Forever Make way
out, and ya bet I won't visit Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from
show, my 40 clearly applauds Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored Plotting on a Kanye but screaming where's my award Ballin' out of control
bet I won't visit 'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen (chorus) Make this money, take this money (let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from
or creep or you lose your freak The cam's growl, engine loud My tongue keep beating 'em down Rev it up, get ready for fifth Just hit 'em wit a maximum
either route I'm tryin to stop get weeded out Really, tryin to weed it out No the flipside we choosin your way Like gettin fat from losin the weight or losing
menage a trois Us and her partners, El Passe panties and bras Freaky deaky baby I'm lovin' that Dig the way that you think, them your partners? Get them
accompany my own way For me, not you, not we Judge me now, jury I just can't fake anymore I've got no time to spare It's like you're losing control
step back when I rap I step up to you I'm untouchable Put on my thinking cap pump the track Test your reflex relax but in contact You fold and lose control
an hour ago and I drive into tomorrow Losing control - I can't take it Losing control - man if I could Losing control - I won't fake it Losing cont -
40 clearly applauds sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored plotting on a Kanye, but screaming where's my award ballin out of control, never won
