I wear your jewelry
I drive your fancy cars
I bathe in all your dreams
The streets, they're mine
My pants dress perfectly
Deep, as wide as money can buy
I roll the nickels man
And I earn the dimes
'Cause my time is money
And my money is time, boy
You just call my novel little wings
And I'll make sure you fly
The streets are hot
You better stay in bed (this is my spot)
I've got the stuff to make you lose your head
Ooh, feel it
Take a picture, baby
I see you're looking
It's all for sale, poppy
If you could swing it
Don't be nervous, hah
This honey's perfect
I'm five star rated, baby
Right at your service
The streets are hot
You better stay in bed
I've got the stuff to make you lose your head
They call me five star rated, motherfucker (I got)
You want, I got (I live what you got, hah)
You can feel it (you want, ooh)
This no man's city is the birdie flies
These hot spot, golden wings, is where we all go to say goodbye
'Cause love's overrated
When nothing sleep
We pay the price
To live this beautiful dream
The streets are hot (haha)
You better stay in bed (you wanna go in these streets, man?)
I've got the stuff (oh, welcome to my foremaking spot)
To make you lose your head (that's right, haha)
I've got it all baby, five star rated, that's right, haha (I got, you want)
I live what you want, that's right (I got, you want)
They call me five star rated, baby, haha, you can feel it (ooh)
They call me five star rated, motherfucker, you can feel it, haha
I've got what you want, that's right, ha ha ha ha
I live what you need, haha
It's all gone
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