Please Don't Go (feat. Paula Campbell) Lyrics & Tabs by termanology
Please Don't Go (feat. Paula Campbell)
guitar chords lyrics
Gotta get up, book that flight
'Bout to hit that tour
Gotta get this money, baby
Oh baby, please don't go, please
Baby please don't go, please don't go
Oh baby, please don't go, please
Baby, please don't go
My murder mass chick tell me, "Term, don't go"
I say, "Here's a little cash, go burn that dough"
We in the hood ma but I'm tryin' to take you out of that
It's big bread in the game and I'm the part of that
I'm tryin' to get this big money for shizee
I be gone till November on the tour and it's legal
And I'm gone, gone, go smile, give me a toast
Put your glass in the air and shh? I'm out of here
I be gone till November on the tour and it's legal
And I'm gone, gone, go smile, give me a toast
Put your glass in the air and shh? I'm out of here
I know you love the way that I be breakin' your back
But when we in the sack I ain't makin' no stacks
And I ain't the type to sit around, broke for nothin'
My ma, I'd rather have you swingin' on the pole or somethin'
Can't you see my vision?
The cream, the winnin', the gleam, the leanin'
I had to make a mean decision
It's either sit around the hood, broke with a hoe
Or bounce on the tour bus, mind focused on dough, I'm out
My VA chick tell me, "Please don't leave"
She tryin' to hide my keys on me when I'm puttin' on my jeans
I told her, "Chill ma, I promise I'ma keep it real, ma"
You know I have my fingers crossed on a real, yo
I can't see myself tied down yet
I want a Bentley and a Benz, and a fly Corvette
And there ain't no other way to get it but on the road
When I come back from tour, hit you off with a rose
Maybe a ring, nah, never a ring
But when I pass through the hood, you know I give you a ring
I ain't tryin' to be foul, just tryin' to be rich
Tryin' to be up in the six with the ST Click
Listen to this, you hear, I be right there
That's a million dollar sound, we tryin' to keep that there
What use in droppin' a single if it ain't number one
I got ninety nine problems but you just ain't one, sorry ma
My NY chick tell me, "Term, come back"
But she no speakin' English, she tryin' to learn all that
I told her, "Yo me voy, mammy, I mean I'm leavin'
I be back in ATL by the end of the weekend"
Back down in Miami by the first of the month
I bought you a phone so you ain't gotta curse at me once
Just hit me on the jack, shorty leave me a message
I promise that I holla at you before I hit Texas
You gotta understand the game I'm in
I'm tryin' to get this money, you tryin' to cage me in
I can't be locked, baby girl, I can't be stopped
Bein' in the same hood for one day is a lot
It's different things, seein' different area codes
Picture Term tryin' to settle down and marry a hoe
While I'm here, relax and just kick it
'Cause when I roll out, know it's a one way ticket, I'm gone
