One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of years ago on and Delowe Was the start of something Where me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the Just tryna find that hook up, now we looked up at the ceiling Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that Off instrumentals, had my pencil and my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that Light off in that spot, knowing that we rock Doing the hole in the wall clubs, shit here must stop, like "Freeze!" We the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and that's a no-no
Check it, a one-two, a one-two niggas in the Cadillac They call us, went Player's Ball to ballers the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging Niggas say mothafuck that playing, they paying, we staying laying Locales done made it them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, making big noise" Over a million sold to this day, they take it lightly '96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa 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 cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming 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 like them white boys Smoking white girls, before them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses getting thrown like Hail Mary's, and they looking like Halle Berry's 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 brother James, thangs changed in the hood Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to 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 Toni Tone (Like this, East and we gone)
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling down the on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your and your cousin too down the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors
Got stopped at the mall the other day, heard a call from the way That I just came from, some nigga was something, talking 'bout Smoke "Hey man, you remember me from school?" "No not really" But he kept smiling like a clown, expression looking silly And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I you paid I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes from all them songs that y'all made" And I replied that I had been through the same things that he had True, I've got more than the average man, but not enough loot to last me To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you check-to-check If you don't move your 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 gon' stop, so we just gon' continue
Me and you Your momma and your too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and cousin too Rolling the strip on Vogues Coming up, Cadillac doors