Don't Turn Away - Styles P, Pharrell Williams

Lot of old stars, lot of new brothers

All makin a movie, but none of thems the Hughes brothers

Gotta laugh at my wittyness

'Bout makin some change, but you can feel my paper miss

Love gritty chicks, real hoodie chicks

You know what I need cause I’m an idiot

Brains and the money machine cause I’m gettin it

Did' call me (Miracle) man cause I’m (Whippin) it

A lot of reefer and the large Hennessy

'Bout a thousand a bottle for the Richard Hennessy

Just pay for it, heaven sent

And the live ascent block the chron chron scent, yes!

Baby, baby, baby, don’t turn away — from love

Baby, baby, baby, don’t turn away — from love

I’m just sippin Courvoisier

Tell the accountants and the money, the concierge

Sauna to the steam room, put it in the air

Told you that I’m sittin on it somethin like a chair

Hey ladies!

Dear babies

I’m the last gangster left, it’s so crazy

It’s impostors, it’s no shocker

If that shit come in a can it ain’t lobster

If that boy come with a guard he ain’t a mobster

But I am, I ride hard

And fly too high for the SkyCam

Club to the Benz to the telly short time span

Short dude… big moves

Window stretch floor to the ceiling, big view

Real suite all a treat to a visual

All this from bein a street individual

I ain’t the richest nigga, who am I to kid you?

But I’ll set the standard for G, that they live to

Listen boo, I ain’t tryin to kid you (nah)

I’ll tell you what it do and what it did do

And then tell you what you gon' do

Hit this drink and blunt right in front of you

Better hope I don’t front on you

Real boss, I can do what I wanna do