The money (money). Cars (cars). The clothes (clothes). The hoes. I suppose. Yeah! I want the money, money and the cars.

[Verse 1]. If everybody had an ocean. Across the U.S.A. Then everybody'd be surfin'. Like Californi-a. You'd see them wearing their baggies.

I see a red door and I want it painted black. No colors anymore, I want them to turn black. I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes.

I'm gettin' older, I think I'm agin' well. I wish someone had told me, I'd be doin' this by myself.

We hug and yes, we make love. And always just say "Goodnight" (la-la-la-la-la). And we cuddle, sure, I do love it. But I need your lips on mine.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh uh, yo ya. Oh (oh) luxury. Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that. Oh (oh) collard greens.

Fatefully. I tried to pick my battles. 'Til the battle picked me. Misery. Like the war of words, I shouted in my sleep. And you passed right by.

Esse amor descontrolado. Nunca vou deixar de lado. Sempre junto ao Tricolor. Eu te sigo aonde for. Com meu trapo e a bandeira. Venho pela camiseta.

Bitches. We The Best Music. Another one, yeah. DJ Khaled. Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop.

Vamos todos cantar de coração. A Cruz de Malta é o meu pendão. Tu tens o nome do heroico português. Vasco da Gama, a tua fama assim se fez.

Living off borrowed time, the clock tick faster. That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster. Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter.

I said set it off on my left. Set it off on my right. I said liquor all in my breath. Bitches all in my sight. I said real niggas trying to fuck.

A noite cai, o frio desce. Mas aqui dentro predomina. Esse amor que me aquece. Protege da solidão. A noite cai, a chuva traz. O medo e a aflição.

Love's gonna get you killed. But pride's gonna be the death of you, and you and me. And you and you. And you and me. (And you and you). (And you and me).

Vous les hommes êtes tous les mêmes. Macho mais cheap. Bande de mauviettes infidèles. Si prévisibles, non je ne suis pas certaine, que tu m'mérites.

I spy with my little tired eye. Tiny as a firefly. A pebble that we picked up last July. Down deep inside your pocket. We almost forgot it.

High in the video, fuck with me, hella raw. Raw got a little riddle, riddle, twerk for a star. Started from the (from the), like Christina, got a million.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah. I bought you things that I didn't even have the money for.

Yeah. Birthday, it's your birthday. If I die bury me inside that Louis store. They ask me what I do and who I do it for.

You got me some type of way (hm). Ain't used to feelin' this way (mm mm). I do not know what to say (yeah, yeah). But I know I shouldn't think about it.

He used to call me DN. That stood for deadly nightshade. 'Cause I was filled with poison. But blessed with beauty and rage. Jim told me that.