want And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah) Get us some gear to get us in here
hands in the air Wit cher neon nails, gottcha hands in the air With yo LV bag, you the one right there All my fresh females rockin' all the right gear
with or who you know Let's be clear, I'm a motherfuckin' G and you a hoe Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up Smell money in the air soon
made them things Now, put your sacks in the air if you represent your clique Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby Wave your hands in the air
Brown) A year gone, and she seein things most chicks only hear in songs (uh-huh) keep in gear phenom Lots of ice in the air, round the neck the charm
, I want to see you move And get all into the groove I said get up! I'm getting money man I really don't care Let me see you put your hands up in the air
, I'll be ballin', I'll be, I'll be ballin' You can catch me in the air, I'll be ballin' When I'm tryin' to buy some gear, I'll be mallin' In the middle
magazine You peep the way we comin were controllin everywhere We launch the missile clearin the air, yeah [Chorus: Akon] I wanna clear the air, with
doors locked I keep a tech with the air holes cocked Now I don't wanna shoot or get shot But Pinero's not Gon' f*** with these f*** n****z or air those
'Cause I ain't lettin' up and you ain't lettin' off Plus I already know that most of y'all is soft The hood love me, put it in the air for me And boy
) Ya thats the superman we call it the Lago G Star car goes boot us outta stars YO That boy aint getting char bro He in the Monte Carlo I hit the gears
after midnight Rockin' to the dawn Lovin' till the morning Then I'm gone, I'm gone I took the city 'bout one a.m. loaded, loaded I'm all geared up to
're invitin' this town All the kids are showin' up When we bring the sound Hop into my pick up truck Roll out to the ground Get your gear, load it up
that's petrol (Uh huh) Niggaz, abandon ship when I?m geared for landing Your own tec'll see my grill and start, jamming Throw your hands up in the air
nowhere (uh-uh) Now, SOURCE AWARDS, ride a water buffalo there Polo Gear, holes in it, the fo'-fo' wear Ass out, check the weather report for cold air
in Only dude with a bike with air conditionin' Fuck the Feds your door, Red'll kicked in So prepare to wear scuba gear equipment I wet it, my tape underground leakage It hit the air
Moving to the beat I cruise the empty streets Changing the gears Filling up my ears Help me stay awake Don't take a commercial break I need another fare So stay on the air
