Rush Hour

Woo! (Okay) Woo! Yeah, yeah (Okay) I give a fuck less and less everyday (Okay) The more you give a fuck, I guess the less you make (Money!) Homie we just out here tryna elevate Heaven is a crime scene, stand behind the yellow tape I started makin' money in eleventh grade Soon as I learned that the more you do, the less you wait Got a bigger crib, always use the extra space Shit was so different in 2008 (Woo!) Growing pains, fill the open veins with Novocain Relapse, I eat that, I don't complain I'm just ramblin' You want war? It's N64 Blitz champion (Sucker!) Outer space channeling, brain damaging Heavy rain game canceling, proud to be American They tell me "Get yourself straight (Woo!) How much more money can you make?" (Okay okay okay) I'm just tryna grow up old and rich (Old and rich) Maybe get married to a local bitch (Local bitch) I be, I be, I be, I be over shit (Over shit) The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness (No way!) I'm just tryna grow up old and rich (Old and rich) The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness (Okay) I be, I be, I be, I be over shit (Over shit) The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness (Okay) I'm a deranged motherfucker, took too many uppers (Woo!) Now it's Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker (50 million dollars!) I stuck around the past six summers (Woo!) Karma is a bitch, and that bitch don't love ya (Yeah) We was in the attic you could smell the weed Bitches getting naked, we was sellin' E, ugh Bitches kissin' bitches just like Ellen D In the kitchen whippin' biscuits, giving generously (Thank you!) I thank the lord I made it out, no STD (Word) Lost a few too many brain cells, I'm special needs They tell me "Get yourself straight (Straight) How much more money can you make?" I'm just tryna grow up old and rich (Old and rich) Maybe get married to a local bitch (Local bitch) I be, I be, I be, I be over shit (Over shit) The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness (No way no way no way no way no way no way!) I'm just tryna grow up old and rich (Old and rich) The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness I be, I be, I be, I be over shit (Over shit) The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness (Okay) (Ladies and gentlemen in attendance, good morning It's the baby face Don Dada checkin' in And I want you to know It ain't about complainin', it's about maintainin' Know what I'm 'talm bout? Don't ever become content 'Cuz you will repent Feel that? Go get it That's your life, go live it Pass me my Hennessy and my Grand Marnier If you will)