Success - Stat Quo

Baby nothin in this world, oh-hoh

Can keep me from you, you, youuuuu

Nothin in this world, oh-ohh-whoa

Can keep me from you, you, youuuuu

We got a special kind of love, baby

Me and you, you, youuuuu

And I’ll be comin home tonight, yeahhh

Back to you, you, youuuuu

Not nuttin (not nuttin)

YEAH!

Some people love money

That’s cool

So, some people love drugs, that’s aight

Some people love these bitches

That’s cool too, YEAH!

(YEAH!)

Tell you what I’m in love with though

I wake up with it, on my mind

Rain, sleet, whatever, I gots to get it

Got hip to the grind so I had to ribbit

Hopped in the game, Jimmy gave me a ticket (millionaire!)

Went to the streets to flip it

Gymnastic pimp, walk with a limp, I’mma father shadows (shadows)

And all my paths are narrow

Haters tried to drown me but the water was shallow (some say I was)

I stomp through the puddles (through the puddles)

Now I’m ballin like niggas in huddles

See, we live for the hustle

Plain train or grain, I’m the one they can’t muffle (can't muffle)

Runnin in a race, sittin used to the struggle

They asked me what I’m doin, gettin money’s my rebuttal

In this game people hate to love you

Me and success, we make a pretty fine couple

Stat Quo, YEA!

Yeah!

Success baby

IT’S ALL OVER ME!

YEAH!

I love you success

You love me too?

I figured that

You’re so good to me!

AHHH!

I’ll never cheat on you baby!

Cain’t stop, won’t stop, that’s what Biggie said

Martin had dreams, 'Pac said he had nightmares

Do the shelltoes, dawg I’d rarely rock Nike Airs

Rollin up purple, blowin smoke in the night air

These niggas playin musical chairs

A lot of rappers losin they deals and ain’t prepared

Some get spared but they unaware

That the white boys in the suits ain’t playin fair

So I hide my motives, downplay my love

Playin chess in my mind to get my paper up (paper up)

Every drop is precious in a half-filled cup

One bottle, thirty niggas, only two drunk as fuck

And I’mma be one of the two (one of the two)

Ridin underneath the sunshine with you-know-who

I mean us, it’s no rush

Me and success, the only bitch I trust

Stat Quo (Stat Quo)

YEA YEA, YEA!

YEAH!

YEAH!

HA HA!

Not a motherfuckin THING!

Uh-uh-uhh, uh uh-uh-uh uh-uh-uhh

Success, 'til death do us part, right?

Yeah, AHHH… OHH!