One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of something Where me and my rode the Marta, through the hood Just tryna find that hook up, now 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 rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, that we could rock Doing the hole in the wall clubs, shit here must stop, like "Freeze!" We making the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and that's a
Check it, a one-two, a one-two niggas in the Cadillac They call us, went Player's Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was Little Rock to banging Niggas say mothafuck that playing, they paying, we laying vocals done made it with them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they big noise" Over a million to this day, niggas they take it lightly '96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out bitch
Me and you momma and your cousin too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, slamming Cadillac Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the strip on Coming up, Cadillac doors
Back in the day, when I was younger, Looking to fill me belly with that bullshit Pull shit off, like it was to be pulled Full as a tick, I was stoned them white boys Smoking white girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses Passes getting thrown like Hail Mary's, and they looking like Halle So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't 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 I'm sucking dick now" We moving on up in the world elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Tone (Like this, Point and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac Me and you Your momma and your 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, some nigga was saying something, talking Smoke "Hey man, you remember me from school?" "No not really" But he kept smiling a clown, facial expression looking silly And he kept asking me, "What car you drive? I know you paid I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes from all songs that y'all done made" And I replied that I had been going through the same that he had True, I've got more fans the average man, but not enough loot to last me To the end of the week, I by the beat, like you live check-to-check If you don't your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a way like them slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we gon' continue
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the on Vogues up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your and your cousin too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac