Tekst:
Jim

Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone Let's pretend that we're together all alone I'll tell the man to turn the juke box way down low And you

This shit is fucked up 'cause some niggas call it tough love It's crazy 'cause you might know a nigga all your life And he got a twisted alterier motive

Dipset, as we proceed what have we here? Take that, take that, it's 0-9 muthafucka One thing to do get money muthafucka I pulled off like na, na, na,

See this is the life that most people dreamed of but this what we live for They wanna take this from us why 'Cause we young black rich and famous, I wouldn

verse 1 yo i pulled off like na na na they wanna try some shit had this bitch try again they only got me because they caught it on the camera they wanna

Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah I see you watching so let's not mess around, no No hesitating 'cause I got what you're

We fly high, no lie, you know this Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz We stay fly, no lie and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to

Jim, doesn't ever bring me pretty flowers Jim, never tries to cheer my lonely hours Don't know why I'm so crazy for Jim Jim, never tells me, I'm his