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.