nobody speak Everybody on the floor Don't mess around with me Put it in the bag boys Then we're on our way All the money in the bag We'll count it up
译文: 最终的生活. 托起.
t nobody speak Everybody on the floor Don't mess around with me Put it in the bag boys Then we're on our way All the money in the bag We'll count it up
Feels so good Feels so right Let?s make a toast To the night It?s gonna get crazy So hold on tight Let?s have a ball Live your life Let it go Let it
lose your fate Another moment is a moment away I can't tell you what the future holds Or how to live All I know is what feels right Lights up my life
, when we live it, live it We're all right, yeah, yeah We gonna get it, when we live it, oh, oh It's a liberty walk, walk Say goodbye to the people who tied you up
on chrome Yo we don't stall we ball while you playin the wall We in the middle of the danceflo', gettin off Gotta bunch of hot chicks gettin live with us At the end
I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up
You leaned over and said you want me Girl, when the valet pull the Benz up Off to the crib, shawty, where we gonna end up Girl, sit back, relax, hold up
altitude is fading You had me up so high It's too far, now to face it This can't be the end I need you to keep holding on (I need you to keep holding
up) And when the truth goes bang the shouts splatter out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing up
the screen by a thousand shallow words of wisdom It ain't what it seems when it's a single sided system Someone's got to hold on my living So I'm gonna
Something empty's within 'em We say Yeah! With fists flying up in the air Like we're holding onto something That's invisible there, 'Cause we're living
fact Hold up, I'm just warmin' up, gimme a second to get it back Young Chris, Neek, what? Oschino and Sparks Next summer's yo' summer, tear this motherfucker up
that big, and her stomach rock solid On Rodeo Drive, walkin in her Roberto Cavalli I should probably walk up to the register and say "I got it" Go and pick up
it, bet on it, bet on it Hold up, give me room to think Bring it on down Gotta work on my swing Gotta do my own thing, hold up It's no good at all
i be gunning and blowing and and i be stitching and sewing up everything up in this bitch, lets go everybody that i'ma come and i'ma kill 'em when we step up
