30 Girlfriends (Yeah Yeah) Video (MV)

You can only die once
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Check-check, yeah, yeah)

I copped it all cash, f*ck a payment (Yeah)
Man, it's so hard daily bein' famous
I had to unplug from the matrix (Yeah, yeah)
I cop a hundun, leave a ho sprung
Got her tongue numb when she taste it (Yeah)
Nigga got real pressure with the pill presser
Got a drug store up in the basement
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), tool on me
How you let a nigga make a move on me? (Bitch)
I don't let a bitch break a rule, cut her off
When I tried to be cool, she was cool on me
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), am I stuck in my ways? (Yeah)
I told you I seen everything 'cept for old age
Told that ho it's a cold game
I can still put a bitch on the bay like the old days (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Like the old days, bitch, yeah)


Private elevator when I lay her
Thirty girlfriends, I'm a player
Hoes choose, elect me like the mayor
Party pack just came from Pakistan
Stackin' Asian bitches, Jackie Chan
Got a thousand plans when I land
London ho just hit me with the sand (With the sandbag, you feel me?)

Yeah (Sand, yeah)
Boy, you real when you realize this rap shit is unrealistic
I had to take off and just do some more livin'
I can't lie to kick it, I can't hide the shit that I'm feelin'
I'm in here releasin' these demons
Can't tell you a secret 'cause shit get repeated

And if I go broke, I can pick up the pieces
My mama said pray and just leave it to Jesus (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, mama said pray, you the bald-headed Jesus
Since I was a fetus, a nigga been sinnin'
Like since the beginnin', but I had my reasons, I had my reasons (Yeah, yeah)
That's what I say to myself when I know I'm doin' bogus
Every day, they can bust, but you only die once, so you know I'ma thug 'til it's over (I'ma thug 'til it's over, yeah)
Got a stash in the vent, the polices can't find it, bitch, I got the blower by the motor (Uh)
And I barely be rappin', but ho, when I turn on the flow, I'ma motherf*ckin' poet (Yeah, yeah)
If I ever get hit in my shit, tell the Finball to keep it motherf*ckin' rollin'

Better miss or get sent in this bitch, I'm a big dog and you motherf*ckin' know it (Yeah, yeah)
Young cocaine (Yeah, yeah)

Private elevator when I lay her
Thirty girlfriends, I'm a player
Hoes choose, elect me like the mayor
Party pack just came from Pakistan
Stackin' Asian bitches, Jackie Chan
Got a thousand plans when I land
London ho just hit me with the sand

Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on me (Yeah, yeah)
F*ck a security, bet you I leave out the room, I got every single jewel on me
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), tool on me
Never let a ho play the fool on me

I don't let a bitch break a rule, cut her off
When I tried to be cool, she was cool on me
She was cool on me, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, when I tried to cut her off, she was cool on me
She was cool on me, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, yeah, bitch, she was cool on me, she was cool on me
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), tool on me
Never let a nigga make a move on me, yeah
Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on, uh, make a move on (Yeah, yeah)
Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on me, yeah
Tool on me, never let a bitch play the fool on me, yeah, yeah