This song is dedicated to Danny Dan and may he rest in peace Who at his funeral left us with the words He did it his way (Uh huh, uh huh) So I have no other but to do it my way Uh huh, uh huh
Uhh, while niggaz are stupid I'm carefully plottin' ways to make it Well, planned hits until long forgotten Y'all niggaz utilize my style don't hurt me
'Cause on the low half of these rappin' ass niggaz wanna for me Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight My feet never touch the concrete, just sweep awards
While you're starin' on my dick nigga, gimme I don't hassle with capsules, 'cause make the grass grow And get a project nigga up the asshole If I'ma risk a frisk, my wrists wrapped up in steel
I'm out here tryin' to make a mill', my shit is for real While others worship guns I worship tons of Tons of fun, laughin' at shit ain't even funny So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I it slow
Eighty percent of these niggaz with see me with the dough, uh
In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of dough I need a whole lot of (For real) In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of stash I need a lot of cash (Stay real)
In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of dough I need a whole lot of In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of stash I a whole lot of cash
(For real) (True) (True)
More ice than winter I toured the fifty with a trunk of raw Recrutin', I'm hittin' shorties with consignment but don't me Oh, you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't
I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian seat recliner Under vagina, discussin' the finer, things My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch Lettin' the slide by once in a while and let 'em dream
They think I've mastered the game, 'cause dames my name With passion, I tell 'em stop flashin' and start And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat feel Is from a sauna, lettin' bubbles shoot up ass if you wanna
And that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in Pounds of herbs and if niggaz wanna smoke dope But keep your nuts, 'cause this is a game And we'll all pop champagne till a damn shame
In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of dough I need a whole lot of (For real) In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of stash I need a whole lot of (Stay real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I need a lot of dough In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of stash I need a whole lot of
I'm shootin' to Vegas, gamblin' green-o at the Schoolin' the dice like Vinny Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the As soon as these see me they don't know how to act
'Cause that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor Only pop and droppin' Cristal's down my throat, a swigga My style, ladies intoxicated by my Your with a pro with, money to blow child
You need to how sweet the skills be To come and slide Sugar Hill with me The high roller, rolled up on your game Unfold a of bills, grab my balls then bet it all
I never slept, 'cause sleepin' you deep in debt On the block you lucky if you see my I'm ghost, envied by So I keep a crew of crazy that's sling toast, fucker
In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of dough I need a lot of dough (For real) In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of stash I need a lot of cash (Stay real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I a whole lot of dough In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of stash I need a whole lot of
Haha, f'real, lives Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, Dash, ha-ha Records, uh huh
Everybody Brooklyn Money, Big Sarge, B Hah DJ Clark Kent, everybody my V-A click running thick D'Shawn in the house y'all, this how we do