Come and talk to me, mami in the ea-sy
A ticket and you pay to see D - sweet Sade
Killa Cali nigga, same song
All around the world
Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy
A couple fiancres, I'm the new DeVante
Real-adelphia dude it's all around the world
Five-nine, fine wine, fine dine either that or I'm mixin' in Switzerland
It's real killers out in Cali, some niggaz just act
Said it's all love, Sure Club, M-I-A
Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know
Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade
Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl
Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw
Same boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas
And handlin' the modern stand about five-eight
And all points between they know about your man
Tryin' to buy time, ballin' out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali
Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed
Same song
It's the same song, everywhere
I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey eatin' at Chef's
It's 'bout if you really as thorough and if you are, holla at your boy
Slackin' on they mackin', rest haven for hoes
Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan, I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro
I am piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
All around the world
Then we party like the sun don't set
Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at
Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap
Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good
Runnin' then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard
I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you
Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed
Chi-Town, all around the world
Detroit players
All around the world
I'm just tryin' to show her how a baller and a roller
Real recognize real and you lookin' familiar
Brooklyn bombers
Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's
Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine
Shit it ain't about your city or borough
Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list
All around the world, same song
A-T-L, same song
Same song
Brunchin' at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy
It's the same song
We gon' take you all around the world, same song
Reminisce about the time my Mom couldn't spend Christmas
London, England, South of France
Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin' a steak
Garant, I hope, she ain't too young
When it's back home nigga back to the zone
Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks
Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me
We gon' take you all around the world
Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri
Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her
One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet?
I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death
Party at bungalow eight, when I stay
