amex card and it seems you are in need it?s so easy to see gasoline city I will abstain counting my gain and again I will gain the six o?clock train you
skatin' wit another nigga's money YOU LYIN YA ASS off, you know you ain't that tough I'm PULLIN' your MASK off as soon as you act up You know what I came
hot I'm gettin' head in my drop it goes on and on and on and it don't stop. [Chorus] [Verse Three] One thing you can always count on is change and
m gettin' head in my drop it goes on and on and on and it don't stop. [Chorus] [Verse 3:] One thing you can always count on is change and a rich nigga
You didn't knew it and you wonder why Lynch mob on your tail Think they were searching for the holy grail Leave town, get away I didn't figure on them
hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Rick Ross] 24's on my Beemer You never
you holdin? Girl you a banger! You ain't off the back porch, You're off the HANGER! You working with something, You gotta personal trainer? Whole crew fine but you
will you take a train, to meet me where I am are you on your way? I will never do anything to hurt you I'll never live without you I really wish that you
baby, I'm wanting to do you a swap I'll give you anything, yeah In return for the noises you've got And I can see you want to be attended to Just count
home this a-way. If you miss the train I'm on Count the days I'm gone You will hear that whistle blow hundred miles Hundred miles, honey baby, lord, lord, lord An' you
you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You
trying to lift it But me I?m not gamble you can count on me to split The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won?t exist. You?re looking
fucker get you upset Go in there stick a fucking cigarette to his neck I bet you he's faking it I bet you, I'll bet he prolly wants to see how upset you
so low, singing to you (don't you hear me callin you) He's the one you love (cause I hear them callin me) And he's the one you trust (now that time is
Diddy-Dirty Money:] We in the motherfuckin buildin, a hundred fuckin bottles, Can you hear the train? Can you hear the train coming? Dirty Money You know
tramp But I love him Yes, even I Have got it pretty bad You can never tell When he'll show up He gives you Plenty of trouble I guess he's just a No 'count
be alright With nothing but her pocket change She makes her move, she heads to the train She's staring at her shoes and Fighting off negative thoughts in her brain Counting
