Pulling up in my with a cady pant Peanut butter leather, all grain Chrome bars in the back, got a kit on the Yo that shit is
Rolling up to the club, I got parking Got in my pocket and it's all to the good Slide into the club, screaming my name I don't need game, I got money and
I'm too tee zee like when you're on your buzzy Paparazzi got me dizzy, ain't my nextel always to crack open the crizzy 'cause I'm stylin', oh, child'n Ain't a damn thing getting any easier, better get pedda
letting people keep teasing you I got you off me indo amnesia I'm off the hizzy, too tee zee I got sa crib up in the
And I'm it up, got money in my bank And I'm it up Got bubonic, yeah chronic Yeah, you it up
Got it in your lips And smokin' it up Got me banging in ride And cranking it up
Got 12's in your And you're them up Got my records in your And you're picking up
Got too tee zee on your mind platinum plus Rockin' Sean John, Dom Perignon Can't me Friday nights 'Cause I'll be gone like Buzz light
To and beyond Yeah, it's that uh, I'm off the planet Making beau coup money Missy and Janet Player haters see me and they can't stand it
AP aka too tee zee bandit Way ahead of the game you so stranded Make you say goddammit, waited for record And it landed for chezzey
Now can you me Now do you understand the to tee zee Braided up, corn rows, in pockets Step on toes, D.X.D me that
No one or nothing can hold me forget where I'm from, so I know where I'm at Back of the limo, of the Regal All the same, my is all illegal
Tender love currency, plea the fifth no AP you of me? You wanna know more? to my attorney, haters beware, haters be scared How's it feel to hate a real
A gonna play it like a playa do Why, you ask why AP playing you Get a clue, stop and think You can open up your instead you blink
Say it with me, the keys to the Yeah, too tee zee, port hooligans Slang on the fever, 5 on Lily and Anthony We let it ride, we ride on it for real