Tekst:
Gavota

I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money Right now to the VIP section You got Young Mula in the house tonight baby Yeah, hello, yeah! Young, young

I drive around with the trunk tied down with a bungee cord 'Cause I hopped a curb and backed into her new boyfriend's Ford And down the hall there's a

Coming out of my wishing well Only echoes lonely hear my prayers I?m coming around to bending My resistance been far too persistent I?ve come too far

I..have had enough its just so tired its got to end i have figured out what your about lets not pretend (its true, its true).. dont u realize ive got

He's got the whole world in his hands he's got the whole wide world in his hands He's got the whole world in his hands he's got the whole world in his

[Hook] Our clique realer den anybody you know Money so big we cant fold or roll What you reppin (Skull gang) What you reppin (Skull gang) What you reppin

Hustling till I die, drink the bar dry There go that man again, right back in the public eye Drunk like Mel Gibson, get high, got a ton of DUI's Cognac

The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing But I can weather the storm What do I care how much it may storm I've got my love to keep me warm I can't remember

He's got the whole world in His hand He's got this whole, right in His hand He's got this whole world right in His hand He's got the whole wide world