This here is dedicated to Danny Dan and may he rest in peace Who at his left us with the words that He did it his way (Uh huh, uh huh) So I no other choice but to do it my way Uh huh, uh huh
Uhh, while are shootin' stupid I'm carefully plottin' ways to make it Well, planned until you're long forgotten Y'all that utilize my style don't hurt me
'Cause on the low half of these rappin' ass niggaz work for me Now picture me on somebody block tryin' to rock I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight My feet never touch the concrete, street sweep awards
While starin' on my dick nigga, gimme yours I don't with capsules, 'cause that'll make the grass grow And get a project nigga paid up the If I'ma risk a frisk, my wrists wrapped up in steel
I'm out here tryin' to make a mill', my shit is real for While others worship guns I worship of money Tons of fun, laughin' at shit that even funny So I pressed to make a CD, I took it slow
Eighty percent of niggaz with deals see me with the dough, uh
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I a whole lot of dough (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 lot of dough I need a whole lot of In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of 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 shorties with consignment but don't play me Oh, you gon' pay me, niggaz ain't crazy
I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather recliner Under some vagina, the finer, things My is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em
They think I've mastered the game, 'cause dames scream my 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 up your ass if you wanna
And that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in Pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz smoke dope But keep nuts, 'cause this is a man's game And all pop champagne till it's a damn shame
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I need a lot of dough (For real) In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I need a whole lot of (Stay real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of dough I need a whole lot of In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I need a whole lot of
I'm shootin' to Vegas, gamblin' green-o at the the dice like Vinny Barberino Welcome back, the version of the mack As soon as these ladies see me they don't how to act
'Cause that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor Only pop and droppin' Cristal's my throat, take a swigga My style, ladies intoxicated by my Your rollin' with a pro with, money to blow
You need to how sweet the skills be To and slide down Sugar Hill with me The roller, rolled up on your dice game Unfold a pack of bills, my balls then bet it all
I never slept, 'cause keeps you deep in debt On the block you if you see my silhouette I'm ghost, by most So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's toast, fucker
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 a whole lot of cash (Stay real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of dough I need a lot of dough In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of stash I a whole lot of cash
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, Uptown [Unverified] my V-A click thick D'Shawn in the house y'all, this how we do