all the time East side to the west side Pushing phat rides, it's no surprise She got tricks in the stash Stacking up the cash Fast when it comes
Give us our peace, won't let it go, said we wouldn't make it now We some of the greatest bumpin' through your trunks And your radio, radio And if you
Alone in my four cornered room Starin? at candles Are we on the radio Dukes? Yeah, give it to me Yeah, at night I can?t sleep I?m tossin? and turnin?
I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at candles Are we on the radio dukes? Awww yeah, give it to me Yeah, at night I can't sleep I'm tossin' and
plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine mo' Now the Internet, radio
you Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone Bet a million and a half cash, I can make you explode
rival But it's cool because I got the title ho See I just want my fantasies in real life You got everything tell me what it feel like Muthafuck the radio
problems, but a bitch ain't one I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics that say he's 'Money, Cash
Radio play just depresses me today Why is it so throw away? Lists that you write just to classify this tripe When clearly it all sounds the same Well
true Wealth is home and happiness and health A little cash and you'll need nothing else And as far as me being good, I can't help myself Turn the radio
home and happiness and health A little cash and you'll need nothing else And as far as me being good, I can't help myself HEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY (Chorus) Turn the radio
standing in the stands Man I ball hard, yeah I go hard Still on the deck, I pull the check I pull the check out, man I rest out Man I cash out, man I
Woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Bankhead, we ain't never scared You heard what Lil' Mark said D4L put it down, radio gotta play it
I've got a flaming road to karma and a mobile phone Was raised by the radio in a broken home I've got a broken smile an arrogant line I'm really no one
got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get me some cash
got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth Nah, I'm just tryin' to rap to get some cash
't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth Nah, I'm just tryin' to rap to get me some cash
Summer after high school when we first met We make out in your Mustang to Radio head And on my 18th birthday we got that chain tattoos Used to steal your