5 5 of those sit back relax and private show no how it go more money more problem well the problem is you solve it don't let the money become you you
all just stallin' 6 dime pieces, checkin' out my pausin' They lookin' like ooh, he flossin' Baby girl, I don't do this often In the 5 double 0 for sho' We still ride the Cadillac
Cadillac A C, windows down, with the top back From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that? Ever though I'm makin' money
Bobby J And we sling at soccer fields the yay They don't respect that, don't get your minds around You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that
I'm off in space, I remember your face But don't remember your name 'Cause it's all the same as it ever was That's what it is money grip don't trip
shit i got here you got there right on time feadz and j-mat on the track and my voice got to shine all the time call me uffie little girl full of static making money
can't stop driving them gangster cars new cars just don't appeal to me It's 2004 and I'm a still a "G" Cops don't want brothers loiterin' Gangbangers
married and my wife don't play If you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay Can it be my Rolls that pull all these hoes? Or could it be my Cadillac
in heah and that boy Poyo and these hoes heah and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e yeah that
sittin' sideways [Chorus] [Big Pokey] Maybe O.J's, ho's be going crazy when they see me Sittin' sideways on them 24's Watch ya ho, watch ya money,
don't you run across the border mama? (I'll run cross the border papa) And what will you bring me back mama? (You know what I'll bring you back papa) Don
got diamonds on your fingers, And neon in your eyes. But all the money in the world don't satisfy. You don't wanna be lonely, the whole night through. I don
, catch a bit of throw tantrum It don't matter, 'cause a victory you gon' hand 'em No Phantom, slabs and 4's Money pimps coming through, so nigga grab
Hennessy got me hurt, I'm tru Taking everything you got with that infrared dot on your knot Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J L O C on cock
a sugar boot money baby that'll kill A honky tonk 15 golden mile Gotta bald headed woman loaded in the town You can get me to the ball man, drivin' in And don
can You back there... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon" Bartender, bartender... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon" Waitress, waitress... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon" You think I'm playin' baby? ... "J
and Trues, Chuck Taylor shoes Don't ask me for no money, cause it really ain't coo [Chorus] x2 [Verse Two] Street love(?) is crazy, sucka don't slip