That's how off-beat this track is, huh? I'd rather be alone in the club Than have no money on me I'd rather be in a club But not on that path anymore Patras go in the air Because we're buying the park Give some money, give some money Nigga, you stink So please don't judge me, mama I do what I have to, mama She wants more More than I can give It's never too hot on the street My head is sweating, I want to sleep She wants more More than I can give It's never too hot on the street My head is sweating, I want to sleep She wants more More than I can give It's never too hot on the street My head is sweating, I want to sleep Give what I ask I'm spoiled by the drugs One foot in the game The other foot on the grass I didn't have love since I was young I walked around with strips in my bag Frenemies, what do I have against enemies? Boy wants my spot for my Kennedy Don't act so hippie like the seventies I come for those letters like memory I come here in space like galaxy But I come here with internet privacy Please don't judge me, mama I do what I have to, mama She wants more More than I can give It's never too hot on the street My head is sweating, I want to sleep She wants more More than I can give It's never too hot on the street My head is sweating, I want to sleep She wants more More than I can give It's never too hot on the street My head is sweating, I want to sleep Give what I ask I'm spoiled by the drugs One foot in the game The other foot on the grass Give what I ask I'm spoiled by the drugs One foot in the game The other foot on the grass Give what I ask I'm spoiled by the drugs One foot in the game The other foot on the grass