I Get Around

(álbum: 5 And Better Series Vol. 4: 4.30.09 (Happy Birthday) - 2009)

Why you leavin'? Where you goin'? When you coming back?
Look, you don't pay one bill, you don't need to know all that
Leave it there and don't come back, rounds help or hurt you
You laughing cause she a square, but you going 'round in a circle
So there ain't nothing to work to, or work for
You're trailing by a landslide you won't score, when in denial it hurts more
I'm in and out, it's safer, cause that could fuck witcha time
Especially when you 'bout cha paper, and I'm out here on the grind
Never really had that thing that I can call my own
Just a phone book that I can call to bone
All alone, stuck inside of this baller zone
The baddest ones are falling now, money is a strong cologne
I prefer Benjamins, Ex's smell the guwap, wanna be friends again
Not to mention I'm hot as the Benz I'm in, tell ya girl to mind her own
The same bitch giving advice is probably down to bone, and the pussy mileage long

Balling, alcohol and still fucking em for the fuck of it
Money over everything, doubt if I get enough of it
I ain't the clown, I get around
Making love just make the money come slow, I got to go

Ringer woke me out my sleep, "Bank's, I'm pregnant"
And I'm like "Bitch you crazy... like I'm the only one you spread ya legs with"
You know I hit the exit, just cause ya life a mess, you want my life to mess with?
You discouraged and depressed, I had the jimmy on extra tight
And not every now and then, either every night, just in case of petty spite
Now that there ain't never right, now that you ain't here, I'm good
Drifting off my satellite, back to ya spot in the hood
Spoiled rotten ain't good, no dedications
Dumb, watching mine like you an accountant, go 'head and make you some
Call me whatchu want baby, just call me after one
During "get it poppin'" hours, maybe we can have some fun
Three-some, we drink, we fuck, we cum, we sleep
Then wake up and make a fucking re-run, we're done, there can't only be one
I'm a player, and my mind is on my money, see you 6 months later

Balling, alcohol and still fucking em for the fuck of it
Money over everything, doubt if I get enough of it
I ain't the clown, I get around
Making love just make the money come slow, I got to go