Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't f** with y'all (p**y a** ho n***as) I can't f** with y'all (b**hes all up in my business) I can't f** with y'all (Industry of counterfeits) I can't f** with y'all Taking off when you landing b**h n***as gonna throw tantrums And I'm dancing on them stars The galaxy ain't got room for y'all Ain't nothing gonna happen soon for y'all While I'm here and every day I hear your bullsh**, self-pity Reason why you never dealt with me Reason why your girl dealt with me Hands up, in the building we get busy and say R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep, R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep That's exactly what this sound like A to the A to the L-I-Y-A-H, give it up two time Then give it right back, don't blow my high Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't f** with y'all (p**y a** ho n***as) I can't f** with y'all (b**hes all up in my business) I can't f** with y'all (Industry of counterfeits) I can't f** with y'all Look at my life then look at yours Get some ambition, why you bored? Time'll never wait on no man Society will never hold your hand n***as like the gossip, like b**hes Got me thinking you don't like b**hes Wonder what's behind them Ray Bans Eyes of a coward, I understand n***as like the gossip, like b**hes Sip Don Perignon, when we finish, we say R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep, R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep That's exactly what this sound like But never will I ever forget Left Eye Roll up, put a ribbon in the sky And a bu*ton on your lips, don't blow my high Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't f** with y'all (p**y a** ho n***as) I can't f** with y'all (b**hes all up in my business) I can't f** with y'all (Industry of counterfeits) I can't f** with y'all Now everybody singing this sh** I'm sending him a four page letter And I enclose it with a kiss And when I write him he better, get it on time Look at my life then look at yours Get some ambition, why you bored? R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P. R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P.