One for the money, yes sir, two for the A of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the of something good me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the hood Just find that hook up, now everyday we looked up at the ceiling Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch feeling Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my We caught the 86 Lithonia to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in light Light off in that spot, that we could rock the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop, like "Freeze!" We making the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and a no-no
Check it, a one-two, a one-two niggas in the Cadillac call us, went from Player's Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to say mothafuck that playing, they paying, we staying laying vocals Locales done made it them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, making big noise" Over a million to this day, niggas they take it lightly '96 gon' be that year all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors
Back in the day, I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me belly that Rally's bullshit Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be Full as a tick, I was like them white boys Smoking them white girls, before blunts, got crunk, chunky asses Passes getting like Hail Mary's, and they looking like Halle Berry's So so fine, intertwined, but we sipping wine We's chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, and Shug And my little brother James, changed in the hood Where I live at, rats know, "Momma I want to sing But momma I want to trick, and momma I'm dick now" We moving on up in the world like Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Toni (Like this, East and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and your too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your and your cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors
Got stopped at the mall the day, heard a call from the other way That I just came from, nigga was saying something, talking 'bout Smoke something "Hey man, you remember me school?" "No not really" But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I you paid I know y'all got beaucoup of from all them songs that y'all done made" And I replied I had been going through the same things that he had True, I've got more fans than the average man, but not loot to last me To the end of the week, I by the beat, like you live check-to-check If you don't move your feet then I eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, this ain't stop, so we just gon' continue
Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling down the strip on up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and cousin too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming doors