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Look'a
This how we gon' do
Hook up the
Wolfe, get on the
And we run it, ya heard

Cash
Cash
Cash
money

Now let me slide in the Benz the fished out fins
Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out
you know it ain't trickin' if you got it
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change
Marijuana Scholar, what I got up in my Styrofoam cup?
That purple stuff, it was to me at birth to stunt
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the

on, Mami! Them whips on dubs
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no
in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens
Car show in New York, y'all know who
It's the Birdman, daddy, the Gucci and Prada
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, holla
It's Louie on Ostrich streets
the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me?

Baby, I'ma a
I ain't gon' it
(I y'all)
Don't you
It's a way of
(I y'all)

Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm about to it
(I y'all)
Ooh,
Can't stop the
No, no
(Bring that beat)

Pop one, pop two
Them new Nike
Royal blue Jag on twenty-two's
white to green, 500 Degreez
In that truck on them twenty-three's
I'm the boss of the game the money and fame
All these women that pop champagne
And these marble floors stay high as Rick
If you know my name, then you my game

It's lil' from the hot block with ser'ous flow
Gotta get dough 'cause won't feel me, bro
But y'all here me though
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my show
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the on the twenty-fo's
Word! Rims pokin' out the side of the
Glock ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt
I'm a seventeenth nigga and I for the turf, whoo

Baby, I'ma a
(I y'all)
I ain't change it
Don't you
It's a way of
(I y'all)

Mama, do you it?
I'm about to break it
Ooh,
stop the stuntin'
No, no

Aye, and my pinky glow 'cause my is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, stop blinkin'
We smoke stinky, dro
And we don't cop ency-wency O's
And we don't
Nah! We blow, the people
Everywhere we go, we like E-yo
The Birdman my paw, so that me go
"Fly an eagle!"
Fo'

think 'cause I stay at English Turn
That stunna don't a O - Z to burn
(Light it up!)
I go in each sto' and like a dog
Me and my nig's, we ball a dog
on the streets, all on our lawn
Ice in my teeths, all on my arm
in my face, my back, and my arm
(What?)
in my face, my back, and my arm

Baby, a stunna
I ain't change it
you know
a way of life
Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm about to it
Ooh,
stop the stuntin'
No, no

Yep! There it is! Ya' low-life
See, I'm a
You a
Fuckin' so serious
I could sell a some pussy
Now, that's some shit
Oh yeah, believe

Who we rollin'
We rollin' cash money
Oh, I forgot "Peace"
Peace, I mean, "Piece" of
"Piece" of land, "Piece" of
It's just a mind