And if it's hot Uh huh Then let it drop Uh huh And if it bumps Then turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Whoop, whoop Whoop, whoop
it's that nigga from the hood, chunking a deuce passing me up That's alright though, I gotta make a top flight hoe, smoking and thinking When I get I want no nobody, but a
it don't stop, so keep on flippin your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not That's how
time you sip it, you mite get addicted Matter of fact, I know you're gonna get addicted 'Cause it's so sweet Life Liquid, plus it's good for you're sickness
, well you're a lying fucking sack of shit Chronic shit? Got a fluffy giant sack of it It's no accident when I'm packing it relaxing it kicking back and
can hit the town would You like that dinner and a movie I mean we can go dancing Cruise around how's that sound like to show you a good time If you wouldn't mind it
smoke sweet tooth in Jack Frost Hit it twice but don't cough, you gotta take it man If it's a record for smokin' I'm bout' to break it man Me and Luda
, let's do it) Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip, bustaclip (I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider) Bustaclip, bustaclip
, I get money I get, I get, I get money I get, I get, I get money I get money and that's how it is Might cop a Benz, not a regular Benz Multi millionaire
I know for a fact that I ain't pay for it(pay for it) Well maybe Homie pay for it That's what tricks do baby they pay for it I need a chick in my life
do it wrong or right I ignite, the fire, marijuana get's me higher Always drinking and smoking Philly's Getting a nigga wild Gettin paid, that's my only
win Dyin to go to the bin, get suaved, get out, then added again That's why we ride, and that's a fact Can't spell the west without the e s Say your
ya neva seen a Young mac daddy do his thing 'cause I pack right I got 44 ways to make you act right And it's a shame how the game must be played It was
Daz)] Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do
.I.A.-yayo That's how we do this It's the bosss Multi-millionaire shit 'round here Flip what up? [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] Might cop a Benz (whaaat) Not
of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's but shawty I don't need that My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of
the realest nigga in it Realest nigga in it, realest nigga in it You know that Texas, what it is, and I'ma represent it Aye, Koopa it's been a minute