Pulling up in my truck with a cady Peanut butter leather, all wood Chrome in the back, got a kit on the bottom Yo that is tight
Rolling up to the club, I got parking Got money in my pocket and all to the good Slide the club, people 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 'Bout to crack open the crizzy I'm stylin', oh, child'n Ain't a damn thing getting any easier, better get your
Stop letting people keep you I got you off me indo amnesia I'm off the hizzy, too tee zee I got sa up in the hills
And I'm it up, got money in my bank And I'm it up Got bubonic, that chronic Yeah, you it up
Got it in your lips And you're it up Got me banging in ride And you're it up
Got 12's in your And you're bumping up Got my records in shop And you're picking up
Got too tee zee on your mind going plus Rockin' Sean John, Dom Perignon Can't catch me Friday 'Cause I'll be gone like light year
To infinity and Yeah, like that uh, I'm off the planet Making beau coup money Missy and Janet haters see me and they just can't stand it
AP aka too tee zee bandit Way of the game leaving you so stranded you say goddammit, waited for this record And it finally for chezzey
Now can you me Now do you the word to tee zee Braided up, rows, reach in pockets Step on toes, D.X.D told me
No one or nothing can me back forget where I'm from, so I know where I'm at Back of the limo, back of the All the same, my game is all
Tender love currency, plea the fifth no AP you of me? You wanna know more? Talk to my attorney, haters beware, haters be it feel to hate a real playa
A playa gonna it like a playa do Why, you ask why AP playing you Get a clue, stop thoughting and You can open up your instead you blink
Say it with me, the keys to the Yeah, too tee zee, down hooligans that on the fever, 5 on Lily and Anthony We don't let it ride, we on it for real