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[Verse 1]
Don’t know what to say to you now
Standing right in front of you
Don’t know how to fade in and out
Don’t know how to play it cool
Losing a little guard, let it down
We don’t have to think it through
We’ve got to let go

[Chorus]
I wanna give you wild love
The kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up
Let our hearts be the only sound
I wanna go where the lights burn low and you’re only mine
I wanna give you wild love

[Verse 2]
Tried to call you, to feel you close
From a runway in Tokyo
Let’s leave the atmosphere, disappear
There’s always something left to loose

[Chorus]
But I wanna give you wild love
The kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up
Let our hearts be the only sound
I wanna go where the lights burn low and you’re only mine
I wanna give you wild love
I wanna give you wild love

[Bridge]
(I wanna give you wild love)
(I wanna give you wild love)
Let’s be reckless, unaffected
Running out until we’re breathless
Let’s be hopeful, don’t get broken
And stay caught up in the moment

[Chorus]
But I wanna give you wild love
The kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up
Let our hearts be the only sound
I wanna go where the lights burn low and you’re only mine
I wanna give you wild love
I wanna give you wild love

[Outro]
Give you wild love
Wild love
Wild love
Wild love

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
I got big bank flexing on a mothafucka
Ain’t shit changed cause I’m still getting, still mine
Ain’t no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
Mothafuckas never stop my, stop shine
Yeah they see me but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
Yeah they see me but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
I was one deep, creepin’
Caddy on high, my paint never dry
Forgiato, the women, and tires squeaking
Where niggas will never get by
Flipping the script on the hoes
Shine up the grill in these glows
Paper dip but never show
‘Til the fucking lot was super throwed
Players out’chea on game
Pimpin’ so cold on the hoes on the two below
That we can put out the flame
Of the blue hand of the roof of the coupe
All I got is bands man, who got the change?
Who got the number to the nearest burger diner?
The club can chirp ‘fore the clip hit the pole
And do a split, cause we bought wings
We ain’t talking about flights
Talking lemon pepper vodka with the ice
Spent more on Js than the steak and the shrimp
Than mo’ gon’ make in they in life
Ain’t tripped up, never hiccup from the drank
Pick up where I left off on the dank
Flexed out, never stressed out over chains
Stretched out, get pressed out on the grain
Woof! You hear that there
I make it where these mothafuckas feel that there
When the rims too big and the road ain’t shit
It make it hard to steer that there
But it’s big bank, big bank, big bank, big bank, one time
I wake up, cake up, cake up, then press, rewind

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
I got big bank flexing on a mothafucka
Ain’t shit changed cause I’m still getting, still mine
Ain’t no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
Mothafuckas never stop my, stop shine
Yeah they see me but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
Yeah they see me but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
Big bank

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Big bank, currency, and revenue
Getting to it, all a nigga ever do
And all I care about is how to get it, no doubt
Big numbers in front of my decimal, check it
Make sure it’s multiplying
Is all I’m ever I worried about
And slow money beat no money
What the fuck you in a hurry ’bout?
Nigga, I’m saying, mm
Stay getting to it that broke shit ain’t in my plan, yeah
Sleep when I’m dead, I’ma grind every day that I can
Got seven kids, and I gotta make sure
All of ’em them fed, by any means
Can’t be no excuses, my children can’t eat no excuses
My daughter can’t sleep in excuses
My son he see me with no paper like keep your excuses
If you ain’t producing, you’re useless
That’s why I’m out here getting to it
Fresh out the booth, I go straight to the stage
Then I go straight to get paid
Hunnid’ I earned, fifty I saved
My bitch don’t be cleaning up, I need a maid
She don’t be cooking so I need a chef
Ain’t giving me nothin’, I get it myself
I’m doing my thing and I did it to death
Stacking them chips, getting that dough
Millions, need me a couple hundo
Big mansion with a double front do’
Pretty young thang in a new condo
Pray to God I could stay rich and stay humble

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
I got big bank flexing on a mothafucka
Ain’t shit changed cause I’m still getting, still mine
Ain’t no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
Mothafuckas never stop my, stop shine
Yeah they see me but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
Yeah they see me but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
Big bank

[Outro: Mannie Fresh]
Earthlings and aliens, gather around, come close
While I tell you the story of fine ass Denise
And the 4 15s in a Caprice
Hitting hard like a disrespectful step-daddy
The thunder god coming up the block
Going subbing is a way of life
Hugged up with yo’ baby mama or your wife
Ride on, sub on

[Pre Chorus]
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late,
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet,
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late,
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet,
Right back outside, the way they want it,
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?
Right back outside, the way they want it,
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?

[Chorus]
Bake the cake, bake the cake, bake the cake, Cut a piece,
Some done lost their religion for the mark of the beast,
Bismi ‘llahi Alhamdulillah So we pray to the east,
See if there’s a heaven, there’s got be hell

[Verse 1]
900,000 away from a first mil,
Caught 100 large overnight like I work crills,
My man identical with how his work builds,
And how the 14th can feel like the first still,
Swear to God that as long as it jumps nothing will change,
And may he look at me and my Gz one in the same,
Same money spent on the same trucks and the same chains,
And the same superheroes agree that they take blame,
Proud of it, 100 miles running, the whip moving,
The stick stuck in the side door, the grip stupid,
They had it how we wanted to have it and get into it,
Word to the glamor and word to the influence,
Influenced by whatever becomes, whatever’s done
Disappear couple days out the month, Heckler runs,
Let it run like rumors or the bags running to us,
You be looking over past but tradition run the truest, do believe it

[Pre Chorus]
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late,
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet,
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late,
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet,
Right back outside, the way they want it,
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?
Right back outside, the way they want it,
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?

[Chorus]
Bake the cake, bake the cake, bake the cake, Cut a piece,
Some done lost their religion for the mark of the beast,
Bismi ‘llahi Alhamdulillah So we pray to the east,
See if there’s a heaven, there’s got be hell

[Verse 2]
One time for the love of the lead and the way it had us,
And the irony of dotting the beam on whatever matters,
Black lives in black 5s, the frame boxing out,
I’m Luke Caging but more related to Cottonmouth,
And we related to whoever made it
And came back to park it in front of us and let us chase it,
Came back talking in numbers over better wagers,
All of my chains weigh enough for me to celebrate it,
Heard em when they was saying to never leave until the plate done,
And how it turns into better bitches with better lace fronts,
I mean you either out or you on it, got it or want it,
Same way 9 won’t cut it like "find yo’ budget”,
Regardless of who move up the block, the block’s shaking,
You moved in when they promised you that the block’s vacant,
New month coming tomorrow, you got patience?,
Call it even, we got Richie, you got Reagan, do believe it

[Pre Chorus]
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late,
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet,
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late,
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet,
Right back outside, the way they want it,
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?
Right back outside, the way they want it,
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?

[Chorus]
Bake the cake, bake the cake, bake the cake, Cut a piece,
Some done lost their religion for the mark of the beast,
Bismi ‘llahi Alhamdulillah So we pray to the east,
See if there’s a heaven, there’s got be hell

[Verse 3]
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late,
Said to praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet,
Same way as you ever thought, sweeter than Kool-Aid,
Brown paper bags for us all baby, touché,
Took it right back outside, the way they want it,
Catch us on line for the pie, baby who cutting?,
Counting up like live or die, live it and love it,
Or leave it and be all you despise until you done with, do believe it

[Intro]
Hey DJ
Oh-oh-oh-oh

[Chorus]
I just wanna be a good man, good man to you, girl
That’s all I want babe, ay
That’s all I want to be, baby
That’s all I want to be, baby
So I just wanna be a good man, good man to you, girl
That’s all I want babe, baby
That’s all I want to be, baby
That’s all I want to be, babe

[Vesre 1]
So I just wanna pick the phone up
Every single time you call
Then no matter where I’m in
I wanna be chillin with Obama talkin’ business and see you callin’ and tell him, "Hold up I gotta take this"
Let the world wait
Wanna wear it like the middle
Tell ’em I’m a spoken for a fellow
Ladies say, "Hello" like I’m who they want to be with
I do everything with my left, I know you’ll see it trifiling
And baby I ain’t nowhere perfect
But I promise to promise to make it all worth it
Giving you the things to be the man you deserved it
Make you show you’re smiling, way more than your hurting
Taking my time when you’re talkin’
Remindin’ how bad you are
Often keep ’em leg shakin’ making sure you understand
But it isn’t my plan

[Chorus]
So I just wanna be a good man, good man to you, girl
That’s all I want to be, baby
That’s all I want to be, baby
That’s all I want to be
So I just wanna be a good man, good man to you, girl
That’s all I want babe
That’s all I want to be, baby
That’s all I want to be, oh

[Verse 2]
Tell the truth, tell the whole damn truth
Never gonna leave the parts I’m gon’ offset true
Never doin’ things I don’t know bit it’s doin’
When you round, when you not around
I respect you and I will never make a fool at you baby (no, no)
No, I will never make a fool at you baby (no, no)
I’m making sure you can trust me be in the shadow of a doubt
Be in the [?] run up on you, and my name up in the mountain
Tell ’em you could be gone with all that
Cause you know what we got is beyond all that
You know we got that real thing, real thing
Don’t be mad, I’ll take out some hatin’, hatin’
But we gon’ be alright, we gon’ be alright
Making love after every fight
Girl from the day I put the ring up on your hands
And from the friends and fans

[Chorus]
I had a plan and the plan is to be a good man, good man yo you, girl
That’s all I want to be, babe
That’s all I want to be, baby
That’s all I want to be
Say that wanna be a good man, good man to you, girl
That’s all I want to be
That’s all I want to be, baby
All I want to be, oh

[Outro]
I wanna be a good man to you baby

[Chorus]
Mi and di mandem
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
So sweet, so sweet
Don’t want mi children and ting’
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, you’re so sweet, yeah
Yeah, mi nuh ready fi all dem things yet
So sweet, so sweet, yeah
Yeah, I’m not ready fi all dem tings yet
I’m not ready fi all dem tings yet

[Verse 1]
She call me kid, kid, kid
My mama kiss her kid
She say mi tooth-tooth sweet
She say mi too-too sweet
Don’t make me feel like I love you
Just ’cause I thought you was special
Won’t make me feel like I love you
Baby, girl, I won’t settle
I had dreams of fuckin’ the baddest bitch
Last night I awoke up and I fucked the baddest bitch
I thought I would be ready when I seen her
When I was in the disco
I gotta keep it honest
Keep it real with you

[Chorus]
Mi and di mandem
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
So sweet, so sweet
Don’t want mi children and tings
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings yet
So sweet, so sweet
Mi and di mandem
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Don’t want mi children and tings
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, so sweet

[Verse 2]
I strapped up ’cause they mapped up
‘Cause I need to know where you are
Can’t keep following these signs
‘Cause you’re lookin’ for a sign, and I can’t give you one
Start to feel like it’s mad love
That’s givin’ your attraction, to me
Yeah, I just want you, nobody else, baby
I don’t wanna get too far
It’s just you that I want

[Chorus]
When it’s mi and di mandem
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
So sweet, so sweet
Don’t want mi children and tings
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings yet
So sweet, so sweet
Mi and di mandem
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
So sweet, so sweet
Don’t want mi children and tings
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings