Mafia

Yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh Yeah, yeah (Will-A-Fool) Uh In my cell all alone, I still hear your cries (yeah, yeah, yeah) Arguing all night long tryna heal your pride I love your ass to death, but you can't play with my intelligence All I want is money, all that other shit's irrelevant And he don't fuck with no one, you can say he's celibate Choppers on this tour bus, don't get out your element Choppers on this tour bus, moving like the Taliban (uh, yeah, okay) Moving like the mafia, but I'm no Michael Corleone Still'll knock my brother off he ever try and do me wrong 'Cause I gave my all to you, you know I gave my heart to you I invested time, loyalty, and showed my flaws to you I tried to go to sleep, but I just stood by the door Mrs. Officer, come and free me, can I please use the phone? I've been spinning inside my cell thinking 'bout you all night long Like I hope you're there when I get home Staring at the walls thinking 'bout all of the shit I did wrong We celebrate the W's, but I took L's on my own We celebrate the W's, but I take these L's on my own Yeah, but In my cell all alone, I still hear your cries Arguing all night long tryna heal your pride I love your ass to death, but you can't play with my intelligence All I want is money, all that other shit's irrelevant And he don't fuck with no one, you can say he's celibate Choppers on this tour bus, don't get out your element Choppers on this tour bus, moving like the Taliban (uh, yeah, okay) Don't get out your element Moving like the Taliban