[Verse 1: thang all the way on my got this thang beaten the trunk loose I'm on a big ass bottle of beast on some ocean spray juice And I strongly suggest you don't sit in my transportation Cause the slap is so severe, and the excruciation My amps my pop your ear possibly collapse yo color is your exterior? The same as grey poupon What is you a baller? but not Lebron Then what kind of baller are you? The kind that heroin The kind that lives his life illegal, toted gun and eagle Mobster like Siegel I listen to 40 music Don't fuck too many people mane most of them rappers fake See Feezy be on some shit that I can relate When I was in the shoe they see what got me through My nigga from the to put me up on due, uhh The grit don't quitting my hustle'll never UH OH! Here the law I got dope in my draws BEATCH! x2] We be seven days a week, heat under the front seat Bendin corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get from the plug And i probably sold your member drugs (drugs) [Verse 2: How money can a man make? I'm on the cooking chickens with the pancakes And my fan base love to get with me Get prolly set they own self a Mickeys Get em Beaver he be Send the whole fifty clip through ya Got a knot full of them Benjamin's movin bricks like I'm build a pyramid 40 glock with the dot And I can make mash potatoes tater tots Ask ya parking; I don't like to talk alot Block move like James, Wade and Bosh get it I'm the real boss with the plug I don't I'm the nigga man I run the club Keep it rough I'm the doing hella stuff Pass puff and they it when I light it up Nigga x2] We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the seat Bendin corners in my new school, one deep Every I'm in I get love from the plug And i probably sold your member drugs (drugs) [Verse 3: What you do for a living a bit of this a little bit of that If I ain't got it I know where to get it or I can it to where it's at I can probably get'chu a deal, get'cha thirty percent off the Depending on how many you want, and how you know that a hustler got right now y'all beefing, then circling yo block Came to the place, I got chops fresh out the box Can a foosy grape, if you want me too I can But I gotta be honest with'chu it's goin cost you grand And a build with the gumble bout two, I was with the best Raul See Raul a neighborhood iron chef since 1982 Raul stay clockin' loo, boys in ain't gotta clue Raul ain't pop comp with a spoon or residue Well what about some you got it I beg your pardon I gotta connections my Negro my people they got garden a fake ID or benefit card times is hard You know Christmas is coming up, I got them gift x2] We be grinding seven a week, heat under the front seat hella corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get love the plug And i probably sold your member drugs (drugs)